The lonely soul maunders,
And looks for the other half to it's soul,
To fix these pieces,
And make it a whole.
The lonely soul wanders through life,
Wondering how to live,
Because of so much loneliness,
It's oneself that the lonely soul cannot forgive.
Alone and not knowing what to do,
Except just let the mind pass,
Thinking about the impossibleness of not knowing,
How long this will last.
Walking through life,
As if everything is okay,
Feeling so wistful,
And wondering maybe, just one day.
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