Tired of Loneliness

Alone again as I lay in my bed With no one to kiss or miss No dreams in my head Where is he? My future king! I live in this empty box with no hint of a ring My finger is bare, just sitting there With the other four, they form a fist Out of anger because I'm pissed That he's not here for that warm embrace Or soft touch against my face Is he coming, is he close by? Maybe it's the tears clouding my eyes I'm tired of lonelness and I need a chace Of that little thing called romance.