Living ain't living
When you are
Dying of loneliness
You are in a place
Full of darkness
Pain and misery
Living ain't living
When you are
Dying of loneliness
Loneliness is a prison
And you are its prisoner
Until love comes
To set you free
In that prison you will stay
Just wasting away
Living ain't living
When you are
Dying of loneliness
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