I come home and I sit on my desk chair.
Lighting a cigarette listening to music, I feel alone.
Not in the sense that I have no one in my life,
but in that moment I feel very alone, as If I needed you.
I longed for your touch and your soft lips
that had been on mine before.
Maybe that's the feeling you're suppose to have
when you loose the person you love.
Maybe you're suppose to feel alone,
so you know how important that person truly is.
Maybe that's just how this game is played.