the lonely dont have love they all live alone
spend there life in solitude living on there own
to them it is there way love they just dont know
living in there hell there feelings they dont show.

staying locked away inside there lonely cell
no company to talk they just sit and dwell.
love is just a stranger something they dont know
they live like a hermit inside there shell they go

it is such a shame it has to be this way
to them the thing called love is just a word to say