Loneliness takes many forms
Some can be deceiving
She’s in a crowded picture
Yet she’s surrounded by strangers
And I
Sit high
Looking down on those alone
Forgetting my loneliness
In my own home
Loneliness takes many forms
Some can be deceiving
She’s in a crowded picture
Yet she’s surrounded by strangers
And I
Sit high
Looking down on those alone
Forgetting my loneliness
In my own home
He said he’ll hold my hand
But here I am, falling on my own
Oceans deep or sands
I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong