I want to be lonely.
Lonely with my thoughts.
Lonely with my problems.
I just want to be lonely.
Problems I can't come out.
I wanna die, scream it loud.
I cut my self, to see how sharp the knife must be.
To go through my vains, to live in heaven finally free.
Thoughts are running trough my mind.
I thought that you were my kind.
Perhaps you are, only I didn't get the chance.
With you, I missed the perfect dance.
My friends say: Girl come on,
You must see, life must go on.
But he plays with love, like he plays with words
He doesn't see, it's me you've hurt
I want to be lonely.
Lonely with my thoughts.
Lonely with my problems.
I just want to be lonely.
21 april 2002