Being Alone

Great to be here with you tonight
and yet I want to tell you
I’m sick of being alone,
sick of being alone.

I look out and I see that you’ve got someone
then I look at me
and I’ve got no one.

For the moment I’m entranced,
for the moment I can dance
but at night when I curl up in bed
and at night when I curl up in my head
all the loneliness comes…

Take a walk with me,
take a talk with me anytime you like
you see…I want to love,
I want to kiss,
I want the bliss I see in others…

I want the bliss, I want the kiss
I want the bliss, I want the kiss
I want the bliss, I want the kiss.

I’m all alone, all alone.
I’m sick of it, this being alone,
being alone….
being alone.

© Peter Rowe 2006
Written with QWERTY 23/11/06

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