Duality of Meaning

. The days I drive alone and no matter where I go ... and it's when a song plays that reminds me of you and I glance over and the only passenger warming the seat next to me are sun-rays...that's when I feel lonely The times before bed I'm in hand with a pen and paper... and it's when blue pain stains paper your red lust lust traces your lips and as this book finally closes your mirror slams shut... that's when I feel lonely. The nights I sleep alone and on my bed...and it's when I'm torn between sleep and reality I reach out for you but all I grab is the moonlight on cold pillows lying next to me ...that's when I feel lonely I'm alone every minute of the hour and that I can just take. Its when I feel lonely every second of the moment I just can't bare.