Mr. Lonely

He comes to me when I’m alone
He brings the pain and turns my heart to stone
Showing me the past which hurts so badly
I try to run away but he still finds me
How do you hide from Mr. Lonely?

I crank the music up so loudly
Hide my head so that he can’t find me
Only to peak from under my sheet
Admitting to him my defeat
How do you hide from Mr. Lonely?

He stands at my bed glaring at me
Slowly I beg him “will I ever be free”?
Closer he creeps in, now leaning over thee
You will never escape from Mr. Lonely.


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