The sun doesn't seem to shine on your face like it used to
doesn't warm you inside.
You don't feel like reaching out
your hands can't touch a heart.
a paper, a pen, a lighted, half-smoked, a finished cigarette
This is your life
Unraveled, thrown, broken, scattered, all torn into pieces
This is the end of the road
Loneliness
Finds you in that small hole you’re hiding in
Loneliness
Numbs you with that heartless body you’re makin love with
Loneliness
Shots you in that tiny house you're cramped in
Loneliness kills you
Kills me
Broken hearted children of the age of loneliness
Loneliness, in those dark hands
Rocks you with lullabies made of lies.