It ate me alive
Loneliness, my inseparable mate
My war and my cure
I'm sick and my intentions are pure
I'm sick and now I see you as four
One is the empty hole inside
Two is the worry taking side
With three, as a hollow lying mind
Now four is what I left behind
The past I never wanted to rewind
Lonely souls come let's grieve
Come along not dared to leave
By my side
Given the moment but brief
