I wanted, in my weariness,
There is no one to see or care
If should weep or moan.”
But lonely doesn’t hug me tight
Or help me when I fall.
It never stops to cheer me up
When I am down and call.
Loneliness never had my back
Or brought food when I’m sick
It never helped me find the light
When the dark grew too thick.
While lonely never helps me out
There are many who do.
I guess I’m not quite as alone
As I feel when I’m blue.
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