Sometimes I wonder
If I'm always meant to be alone-
Destined to live my life
Waiting for someone else to show up.
Will I never be loved?
Will I never get to feel his lips on mine?
Will he never hold me in his arms?
Will loneliness drip down my cheeks
And wet my pillow every night?
So I watch other people smile
And learn how to fake it.
I don't want to be alone--
I am terribly, horribly afraid of it.
But I think I will be-
I'm too broken not to be.
