• All these people,
    walking around,
    hugging, kissing,
    loving
    I wish I could have that kind of love,
    that passionate,
    burning,
    unwavering devotion.
    And yet I feel so alone.
    Through my life, I seem
    to never make the right choice.
    Either I wasn't ready,
    or it wasn't right.
    So I'm still here,
    alone every night.
    Nobody to love,
    nobody to hold.
    I simply lie here,
    alone in the cold.