You asked me if I was ever lonely
Always sitting by myself
I asked you to define the world lonely
And you said, someone who sits by themselves
I didn't correct you
Tell you that lonely was a sad feeling
brought about by a lack of friends
I didn't tell you that I preferred the solitude
Instead I said yes
I am lonely
You sat down and I didn't ask you to leave
Even though the idea of company pains me
Your small talk was annoying and predictable
But it was the most I had spoken in months
When you finally left I thought I should feel relieved
But instead I felt lonely
