Is there something more to this?
This pain inside a dulling chest?
That suffers past and present everyday?
And the future too - and that just hurts
For though this solitude of mine conceals me -
Keeps the wounded parts of me complete -
What else can I do?
Wander here and wander there -
Searching for something I've probably never known -
Loneliness is nothing compared to this
If I hold a hand out now -
Will they take it -
Will I know?
Yes I want to know that feeling too
But love doesn't work so well one-way.
So what can I do now?
It's a spider's web that I walk
That I have spun so I don't get caught
But now I'm missing out
On everything I wonder 'bout
Like why I feel so depressed when I see the couples everywhere
And when I wonder 'what's wrong with me? '
So wrong that I remain incomplete
While everywhere my solitude doesn't seem to fit
So what am I to do when I'm willing but unwanted?
Waiting now yet again...
And wondering if my future's empty too...
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