It's a very, very poor state to be in,
To feel like you're missing something inherent within,
Feeling like you're missing a limb,
And they do say that lovers are extensions of them.

Loneliness indeed can ****,
And oh, believe me, it certainly will,
Feeling like a hole is in,
The place where your heart shoulda been.

And you miss them so much,
You won't let anyone in, won't let anyone touch.
Pining or longing, 'Cas you're sick of feeling like you're not belonging,
Don't the two feel strangely similar? Still, There's nothing I can do.
I just wanna be next to you, I just wanna be next to you!