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We make sweet love, but in my heart I'm alone.
I talk to you at work, did you ask if I'm alone?
I give you praise in church, but I still feel alone.
I search online all day,
for that one special connection.
Not love, not lust, not even friendship.
Just a connection of two or three minds,
would it ease my lonely times?
There's no specialist I can call
No doctor I can phone
No expert I can inquire
No one that can fix my lonely.
We could be cuddling in our bed after a sweet night of passion,
but when I roll over to my side, my lonely creeps up next to me.
"Here I am," it says, "did you think that would make me leave?"
My lonely doesn't go away with the touch of the one I love.
My lonely has a home
deep deep inside of me.
It vacations in my mind sometimes.
But I think it stays away from my eyes.
Would suicide make the lonely go away?
No, I would just be lonely even more.
Die alone, spend eternity alone.
You can't fix my lonely, it's here to stay.
