MY FRIEND
I wish I had somebody to help me understand.
Someone to talk to or give me a helping hand.
I thought I had good friends to lift me when I’m low.
But all I see is Lonely, he follows where I go.
I know I can talk to him, anytime I’m in need.
But all he does is sit there, staring back at me.
Maybe just to listen and let me get it out.
At least I know one thing, he won’t scream or shout.
My life, it feels so weary, I find that I am lost.
And I know I’m simply paying consequences costs.
Still, I wish there is someone who’ll be there for me only.
Instead, I have my friend, my friend I named Lonely.
