Sitting here alone, thinking, no one to hold.
Wishing I had someone to hold, someone to call my own.
Wishing I had someone's eyes to look into and get lost in them.
It feels like I'll never find anyone to love, no one to call my own.
I see you, but you don't see me.
It's hard to fight the truth. The truth is, I shall never find love.
I shall be forver doomed to a life of loniness, because of who I am.
Is it right that I should have a life of loniness because of who I am?
I didn't choose