Torn and Forlorn

I went to a crazy bar in a fancy car with a supermodel. I had everything I wished, except it felt so bare and hollow. Woke up and cried, though I know, no one heard my sorrow, How I hoped I was brave and had some left for someone to borrow. I just don’t seem to like anybody, But why do I tell myself I need somebody? This paradox makes me so confused about everybody, And I can’t treat myself ‘cause I don’t have any money. Walking down the road all by myself, I see nobody. Yet I glance around, hoping I can spot a bunny, In the middle of the road, people think I’m loony. But I know, I need a rope, I feel so lonely. I know my shadow has got my back, sitting right beside my rack Hard as I try, I can’t seem to stop reeling from the knack. I know I’m all I need, so I buckle up and get my sack. Though I keep it in, my heart feels like it’s being rolled like tarmac. I lie to me, so I can sleep peacefully, about all around me How hard I try, to keep it in, but just can’t stop feeling lonely. I want no one but need someone to hear my baloney, How hard I wish, it was someone, other than my own one and only.