Even when my hands are tiered, and my eyes are closing, I'm
still writing.
Writing, always telling you how I'm suffering
How I'm crying here all alone
And even if I cry next to someone, I'm still alone. I think
I'm always going to be alone.
I lye in my bed, wishing you were there next to me
Wishing I could touch you, feel you
But you're never there, and you'll never be
I'm all alone...