Seems everybody has somebody but me.
I know this isn’t true, it’s just how it seems.
So focused on pursuing and achieving my dreams.
That everybody has somebody but me.
When men try, sometimes I oblige.
Yet there always seems to be something missing inside, or facts that they hide.
It’s wrong but looks right. Can’t live with a lie so I say goodbye.
Goodbye comfort and support from another.
Hello to the lonely lover.
Lonely lover who longs to share the sweetness and joy attained.
Lonely lover who’s endured so much rain.
Lonely lover who knows love is pain.
In a heartbeat she would do it all again.
Lonely lover holding out for something she can’t see or feel.
However she knows it is real.
Lonely lover who patiently awaits the day when her counterpart comes to save.
Not to save her from the world but to save her from herself.
Save her from the fact that sometimes she does need help.
Sometimes she does need to be felt.
Sometimes, sometimes. Most times its alright.
She focuses her energy on her passions to pass time.
Lonely lover will you receive love again?
Will your counterpart see that you’re lonely to begin with?
Do you have the strength to be vulnerable?
Do you have the will to fall in love?