Sitting with the lights off
The emptiness is beautiful
The dusty blinds can't hold the sun
And the room is bathed in blue
The carpet stares back blankly
At unmatched stools and chairs
And in the perfect, sacred quiet,
I'm the only one who's there

I'm all alonely
And I think that I don't mind
The feeling's melancholy
And yet, one of a kind
I'm all alonely
And though it's made me cry
I've spent my life alonely
And that's the way I'll die

Wrapped in a blanket on the couch
So perfectly at peace
I marvel in the emptiness
At it's mismatched sanctity
Settling in, I close my eyes
The feeling feels like home
So comforting, familiar,
Is being all alone

I'm all alonely
And I think that I don't mind
The feeling's melancholy
And yet, one of a kind
I'm all alonely
And though it's made me cry
I've spent my life alonely
And that's the way I'll die.

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