The bed room is bare I have cushions and chairs, and bright coloured covers and I'm alone.
I cook a nice meal, with taste, love and feel, and I'm alone
I drink some wine, I'm alone.
I look in the mirror, see the horror, I know why I'm alone.
I try so hard and at times my love is discard, and I'm alone
I look into their eyes, all who have tried, and I'm alone
I cry. I sob. Why am I alone?
I hold my self up
I hold true to love.
Why am I alone?
Sorry just GID wave
Love Cindy