Loneliness takes many forms
Some can be deceiving
She’s in a crowded picture
Yet she’s surrounded by strangers
And I
Sit high
Looking down on those alone
Forgetting my loneliness
In my own home
Loneliness takes many forms
Some can be deceiving
She’s in a crowded picture
Yet she’s surrounded by strangers
And I
Sit high
Looking down on those alone
Forgetting my loneliness
In my own home
Somethings
We just want to forget
You are the puppy I’ve always wanted
You are a song with a perfect rhyme
You are made out of my imagination
You are something that I call mine
But you disappeare too soon
As I wake