The worst part about being lonely is the yearning
The fire in my heart remains burning
I don’t worry about it too much; it’s not concerning
As the dials on the clock continue turning

Most days it doesn’t bother me
Some days it’s overwhelming
To be with another
Just might keep my heart from swelling

It might be worth getting torn apart
Then again, maybe it wouldn’t
It’s hard to say what would come of it
But it seems to be a deterrent

It’s the notion that keeps me going
When the feeling shows it’s face
Loneliness consumes my thoughts
But I know it’s not a race

Only a moment in the scheme of things
A flicker in the night
That has me thinking of my loneliness
That doesn’t feel quite right