The Lonely One
Everyone was missing
Asleep or just gone
Except for her
She was sitting there
All alone
She couldn't find anyone
They would come
But disappear quickly
And she was ever so lonely
All alone
She couldn't sleep
Even though she was tired
She was cold
And a little hungry
Not just for food
But for friendship
So she wouldn't have to be
All alone
Maybe they'll come
Maybe.. but until they do
She'll be
All alone
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