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.