Loneliness gnaws at my soul.
Chunks are being torn from me.
I can feel the beast draining my life
And leaving inside me a void.
Feeling leaves my body, I am empty inside,
Feeling leaves my body, I am empty inside,
A shell of a person ... no longer there.
Where there is no love to hold
Where there is no love to hold
There can be no love inside.
Light and laughter do not exist
In a soul devoid of love.
So I sit in this hollow shell, not quite a person,
So I sit in this hollow shell, not quite a person,
To long unloved, to long unwanted.
Ah, to be held in a lover's arms,
Ah, to be held in a lover's arms,
To be needed and wanted.
Made full of love once again
To be cherished above all.
My soul cries out for the simple joy
My soul cries out for the simple joy
of being held in loving arms ... it cries out for love.
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