i long in solitude for life
while sitting on the floor
it's cold and i endure my pain
for whom i still adore
no verse to write is with me now
no beauty in my dreams
i long in solitude for life
or so it surely seems
as tears crawl out from both my eyes
beneath the cloak of night
i tremble at the thought that love
may never greet my sight
and oh, i long as though i'd die
to have the one i need
while my delusions hold me near
and all my feelings bleed
while sitting on the floor
it's cold and i endure my pain
for whom i still adore
no verse to write is with me now
no beauty in my dreams
i long in solitude for life
or so it surely seems
as tears crawl out from both my eyes
beneath the cloak of night
i tremble at the thought that love
may never greet my sight
and oh, i long as though i'd die
to have the one i need
while my delusions hold me near
and all my feelings bleed
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