Loneliness, it hides under my bed, Loneliness, it costs so much, I remember, all the pain that I've caused, Now I have to pay up.
Losing myself in the bottom of my glass, Reaching out my hand to any figure walking past, Praying in the darkness on a night filled with terror for an angel like you to save me from myself.
You get what you give. I guess now it's my turn to pay up.