If thereís one thing Iíve learned in my life
Itís that lonely is never so nice
Although Iím young, Iíve felt this before
This oh, so anguishing press upon my soul
here it comes again
Oh donít leave; speak again!
With your words, kiss my lips
Take all the tears I have cried
Over the destruction of so many lies
And sing, sing a song to me.
Why canít I find anyone down here?
I miss You.
Please come soon.