I wonder what its like to be alone,
i wonder what is like to to come back to my home and eat dinner alone, to sit up late into the night in silence writing on my own. To wander the streets for hours with no one waiting to phone. Open to options that are all my own, with the thoughts of just one,  no one else to console. oh how i wonder what it is like to be alone, on my own.

Tug and pull, Tug and pull,
why are we playing this tug-of-war,
I scream you slam a door,
moments ago you ravaged me on the floor,
so what in the world are we fighting for.
Each time we break up i love you more, and more,
it took years to define what this relationships for,
so what in the world are we fighting for.
We talk about freedom and happiness,
its all right here in this nest we've built,
so what in the world are we fighting for.

What do all these years mean to you?
Isn't my time valuable to you?
Was my presence ever precious to you?
Are memories of me ever joyful for you?
Did my face ever allude you, my voice ever comfort you?
Was there ever a time I appealed to you?
What did all this mean to you?

Want, is not strong enough
Lust, is not strong enough
Hate, is not strong enough
Frustration, is not strong enough
Perhaps nothing will console the coals in my soul,
Help me experince the things that will make me whole.