Lonely, oh so lonely. If only I had a cup of tea to please my taste, if only I had a friend to replace my cold heart as my thoughts begin to race.
Lonely, oh so lonely. Lonely as the lost omega who howls at the moon, lonely as the hound who has lost track of his nightly 'coon.
Lonely, oh so lonely. There were prosperous friends and glorious nature that were meant to last, but now all that was once good is of the past.
Lonely, oh so lonely. This was once a stronghold of peace, but the deathly and ferocious war brought everything wonderful to a cease.
Lonely, still so lonely. As the tears slowly make a warm stream down my cheek, while I am merely sitting here alone, quiet, and meek. I do not rage with anger as I am spoken to by the hellion, I just sit here and reminisce in the old and lost amity of adolescence.
All I am left with is an emptiness,
a feeling commonly referred to as loneliness.
