Alone
I stand here chilled
By a cold hard stare
By the midnight glare
A reflection of solitude
I am here and nobody can see
What has happened to me
The wind blows cold
The air begins to cease
I am growing old
Soon I will be deceased
And still I am without a doubt
Utterly and tragically alone
All by myself
Without a soul
With every last breath
My soul is growing old and dying
Dying from all the pain
From all the sadness
From all the fear
The fear of solitude
By the midnight glare
Of the cold hard stare
I stand here completely and utterly
ALONE
By a cold hard stare
By the midnight glare
A reflection of solitude
I am here and nobody can see
What has happened to me
The wind blows cold
The air begins to cease
I am growing old
Soon I will be deceased
And still I am without a doubt
Utterly and tragically alone
All by myself
Without a soul
With every last breath
My soul is growing old and dying
Dying from all the pain
From all the sadness
From all the fear
The fear of solitude
By the midnight glare
Of the cold hard stare
I stand here completely and utterly
ALONE
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