In case I haven't made it clear
I don't really care for people my dear
I like being alone I like solitude
I don't really mind, but I apologize if I come off rude

But here's the thing, while I cherish being by myself
I don't like being lonely, that's like living an eternal hell.
To reach out when I desire some form of companion
only to be turned away, cuts deeper than the grand canyon

now I'll admit I've made my mistakes
I've got flaws, like my jaw or lack of things about me I find great
I've tried to overcome them but I've gotten shot down
if like life's a game of chess, I'm a king with no crown

Every move I take, whether it be by myself or one of the pieces
the took defending me, the bishop cutting corners like a seamstress
Every single time I think I've finally won the game
life calls out Checkmate! And I've only myself to blame