You were told they loved you but somehow you knew it wasn’t true and you weren’t perfect and they didn’t understand you. No! No one could understand you. So you were left screaming in your head when you were quiet lying next to him in bed. No one heard you then. No one hears you now. You are alone in the world. The violin plays the guitar and its strings. The piano goes along as you the lonely singer continue to sing to a band in a world where you don’t belong. Exhale your emotions now. Swallow them up and spit them out. They just want to use you now. So let them go. Get laid bare. And watch him put back on his clothes and leave you there smoking your cigarette humming your tune because it’s alright to be solitary darling for at least you know what is true.
because it’s alright to be solitary darling for at least you know what is true.