Lonely
I wave at you; you smile at me.
I know it's not right. I'm sorry.
Please see me; take a minute to hold me.
So I can put my head on your chest and pretend I'm not lonely.
I know it is wrong. I already feel guilty.
I held you too long. I'm weak and hungry.
It's like you know it's not tiredness. You see
Through the black, through the silence, through me. I'm lonely.
Hold me a minute. I'll try not to cry.
When you let me go I'll tell you goodbye.
My cheeks are burning. Away I'm running.
I hate myself, and I am still lonely.
I'll never tell you the home you make me feel.
Because I know my affection for you isn't real.
My body, mind uses you for my pleasure only.
If I treat you selfish, it's because I'm lonely.
Your scent in my hair makes my heart crack a smile.
I brush it aside. It'll be gone in a while.
I'm sorry I'm like this. I have to be stony.
I'll never let you be my friend. If only.
But I would betray you; I'm selfish and phoney.
I'll never let you find out why I am lonely.