I have often been alone,
Which means I’m used to being alone.
I’m used not talking to anyone & making friends out of stone.
I’ve lived most of my days like this, standing alone in the crowd.
But even though I’m mostly & usually alone, I can still say I’m proud.
Proud of myself, for being used at being alone.
If I had one, I would probably talk to my clone.
But all of that changed, when you came along.
This once cold & lonely boy suddenly found a place where he could say “I belong”.
Now I don’t want to be alone anymore, I want to be always near you.
You take away my sadness, my madness & my fear.
You’re my refuge, from all of the world’s problems.
You’re my reason for living, when the world seems to explode.
It cripples & weakens me, straight to my core, I’m hurting inside.
So now I’m missing you, so bad that it drives me crazy.
Without you here with me, my life seems so lazy.
I’m like a spider, who lost one of it’s leg.
A spider who needs another leg, but can’t scream for it or beg.
I have often been alone, which means I’m used to being alone.
But ever since you came along, I’ve lost my ability to make friends out of stone.