Mr. Lonley

January 28, 2020

Mr. Lonely

They call me Mr. Lonely every day

I’m never seen with anyone ever

The lonely hours will lead me astray

I have too many future endeavors

I’m trapped inside a box of emotion

All by myself because I am alone

No change in me you see no devotion

Don’t know if I can ever find a home

In the end can’t say what I will become

My life seems to be everything but fun

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