I have no true friends, nobody to care.
I’m not alone in this, it’s not very rare.
Lots of lonely people feel the same.
But should we feel a sense of shame?
An admission of guilt, to some it seems.
A life were friendship comes in dreams.
Am I my worst enemy, yes probably so?
I'm a very complex man to get to know.
I am a fragile man, deep down inside.
Emotions to display...but tears to hide.
Relationships in my life, I've had a few.
Even then, only loneliness I really knew.
I love company, I'm not a loner in any way.
Yet, I wake up alone to another lonely day.