Dec 08, 2003 15:25
Lonely is the feeling inside.
Lonely is the one
Where you have no one left
And everything is done.
You try to run and hide from it
But it finds you anyway
When you go to sleep at night,
Where it likes to stay.
Lonely is those sleepless nights
Where the pillow is full of tears.
So many of them fall
With every new fear.