Being lonely is a sport
It requires skill and tact
The lack of skill to attract
We learn to love our pain
Because it's the only thing that's there
It's the only thing we can maintain
And no one seems to care
It's the lack of attention that helps us master this art
How we are so easily ignored
The neglect we give to our heart
And in reality
We hate the pain
We hate being lonely
But we can't complain
We did this to ourselves
No turning back now
No one would ever enter your heart
No one you'd ever allow
