alone again

I picture the place
Where there are only pleasant things

Truly no one
Is lonely and cold as here

Everyone has got someone
To lean on but me

Everybody has got somebody
To hold but me

Then I think of you
But I feel alone again

I open the book and find me a place
I've never been

I'd rather off there than go home
Without you

Everyone knows
That love isn't simple as a bee

Surely no one is born to be lost indeed

Then I think of you
But I feel alone again

“Why have all things come to this end”

Why has our home turn to a cold place

I picture the place
Where there are only pleasant things

Surely no one is born to be lost indeed

Then I think of you

Think of you

Think of you

But I feel alone again

Think of you
But I feel alone again