Written while worried over people getting closer leaving me. Fears that they would. They still could.
Going to sleep crying,
Solitude is the way of life,
Solitude is the way it is,
Solitude is the way it will be.
I’ve had enough.
The loneliness in spite of what everyone says,
People say they’ll be there,
They’re not always there.
Not always there.
How can I expect any more for this?
The fault lies within me.
And on I go through this lonely world along my lonely road.