Lonely I Am
Lonely are the days, which drift slowly away
Lonely are the nights, so cold and so grey
Lonely are the months, which have only one season
Lonely are the years, which I’ve lived with no reason
Lonely is the bed I lay, eyes filled with tears
Lonely is the stage that I stand with no cheers
Lonely is the feeling, that feeling in my chest
Lonely is the reason, the reason I’m depressed
Lonely I am, that girl with no life
Lonely I am, that I’m holding this knife
Lonely I am, that I want to end this sorrow
Lonely I am, that there’s no waiting for tomorrow...
Copyright © Bukola Adedeji | Year Posted 2015
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