In the empty room I stood,
All alone in the bare room.
The lights are dim,
And the room is dusty,
Yet I do not care.
All by my self I stand,
With nobody to talk to,
No shoulder to cry on,
No one to turn to,
Just myself and no one else.
It never used to be like that,
I use to have brothers and sisters,
Friends and relatives,
People I could get help from.
But now I am all alone,
My family all dead,
My friends all left me,
I have no one left to turn to.
A droplet of water left the side of my eye,
A single tear from my vacant eyes.
How I wish it was different,
How I wish they were still here.
But life continues,
Wether I like it or not.
So this is how it feels,
To be all alone.
To be by yourself,
With no one else.
So this is what it feels is like,
To be lonely.
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