I must have been born
To be alone,
Because alone is all
That I've ever known.
Why so lonely, little girl?
Why do you cry, little girl?
Why do you hurt, little girl?
Why the tears, little girl?
Love is when your heart pounds,
And you tap your fingers impatiently,
And get excited to see them,
Hours before you do.
And a desire burning hotter than open flame.
I cannot have you,
Yet you've promised me the impossible,
My time grows smaller everyday,
I feel as if it's slipping away
Too fast, and it's too hard for me
To say goodbye, as you can see.