Old Mr.Lonliness

Old suttle words travel through my brain the thoughts of you drive me insane and if you ask me if I have a man? Well, I've been bit by the bug, of no love and given the devils hand Old Mr.Loneliness that's my man staring at the four walls of his plan the no-man's land Old Mr.Loneliness, thats my man He's a devil, he's a thief with a soul to give you grief and the thoughts of disbelief Old Mr. Loneliness what more can I say? But yet I adore you in someway I adore the time you take to heal me and the time you get to know me Old Mr.loneliness Your a devil, your a thief. your a handful of grief But thanks for putting my heart back together piece by broken piece