Were these the settings I was with  born  
A wee bit of happiness, some love, some loneliness some pain

Of all, my loneliness seems to be the leader
With me always, for me forever

Making sure I get back to being lonely
After any pleasure and company

Sometimes, I think it is waiting to see if I change
Will I try a new approach only to invite more pain in exchange

As I rise up and fall again my loneliness surrounds me
Cushions me in its dark arms and collects my tears

Once in a while it sees me truly happy and knows it cannot touch me
Knowing for sure I am in an illusion, Oh! what an irony

I can sometimes feel it trying to change my settings in desperation  
Trying to coax me out of my submission

What's wrong I say to my loneliness ...I am used to your love I declare
For try as I might I won't find the same dedication elsewhere

And so we rest in each other's arms wondering
How nothing seems to make a difference

Beauty brains wealth and patience, I have them all
None of these seem to be of any consequence  

For I am set to be lonely by default
I am responsible for what I feel and it sure is nobody's fault