I used to think loneliness was something I could bear
I'd pride myself in living this life alone
Now I seem to find myself just longing for the love I've missed

Living alone was not so bad
I had time to find myself, time was mine and no one else's
Though time grows old when you're alone
You question why the clock ticks on
You count the seconds until the day is done
Then rest your head until your mind is numb

The numb is over and you rise again
You begin to ask "When will this end?"
Stuck in that dark place you wonder why
Why?
Why?
Why?
...why?
Why go on with no one here?

You've been strong, yes you have
You've found yourself, grown wise on your own
But, now what is the purpose?
Living your days alone holds no fulfillment
All the love you have to give
It is something, only if there is someone to share it with