Not hearing it.
Sick of hearing it.
Sick of it.
You're not lonely. You think you're lonely.
And i'm tired of all of you complaining about being lonely.
You just think it.
Lonely isn't you.
Lonely isnt what you feel.
Miss a chance at your princess?
Knowing you'll just see her the next day, or sometime in the next week?
Not lonely.
Riding along the streets, alone.
st 3 am?
Lonely.
The same streets that pulse all day long.
Empty. Yours.
Thats lonely.
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