Woorden: Officium Triste. Ne Vivam. Lonesome.

No one to talk to but myself.
All this love I cannot give.
I'll just put it on a shelf.
That's the lonesome life a live.

Loneliness... my worst pain.
Loneliness... driving me insane.
Loneliness... a closed door.
Loneliness... can't take it no more.

All these dreams but no one cares.
All these plans I ever made.
Is there someone who wants to share,
This lonesome life I really hate.

No one there to ease my mind,
To keep me up from falling down.
An answer I will never find.
In this lonesome life I will drown