Alone with myself,
They're not the kind of peaple that don't share their love.
I know that they dont  want the same love as me,
They keep it spread across their friend,
Colleting them, not like trophies, not in a wrong way
Just not my way.
I have nothig to do among them.
Just one is more then less.just one is closer to me.
But it is on its' way out, away, far from me,
Then alone again.
Until the next five-minute-soul-mate comes along.