Me, myself, and I.
Too commitment shy.
But lonely, too lonely,
to everyday get by.
An empty room, an empty heart,
An empty soul, a missing part.
One who loves is never alone,
but I don't even know where to start.
A greeting? A smile?
Talk for a while?
And what if his heart is just not there?
What if you are just too tired to care?
A constant battle, a struggle to bear.
A game that's hardly ever fair.
So why try so hard for something unsure?
Something you don't like but have to endure?
Because loneliness hurts, in the most unexpected ways.
And it only increasing with the passing days.
Me, myself, and I.
Easier to be alone than try.
But when loneliness reigns it's a Reign of Terror,
And I'd rather keep my head,
and not end up dead,
and take the risk with the stranger in my bed.
