This one's for you my friend, who sits alone and is perfectly content.
This one's for you my friend, who sings along to their favorite songs.
This one's for you my friend, who prays for love to come their way.
This one's for you.
There's no promise of true love to sweep you off your feet, and there's no promise that someone will notice your god-awful day as you sit, and there's no promise that someone won't tell you that you can't sing.
But please, keep hoping for that true love, because nobody can take that away.
And please, keep singing to your songs, your singing is beautiful.
And please, don't be afraid to say that you are lonely every once in a while.
Everyone struggles, that's life, now come here and sit.