Sitting here alone. (More lyrics. These are from a while ago though. Yes, they’re still my work.)

So touch me one more time,

Strum me like a guitar fret.

Never mind the pain that waits for me,

I’ll happily forget.

Let’s play the game we used to play,

where you contort my soul.

Cause sitting here alone,

I don’t feel whole.

And nothing’s right when you’re not in control.

Watching nameless faces pass,

snuggling in view.

I’d give up almost anything,

to have all that with you.

But you are gone and I’m still here,

I’m not sure what to do.

I dreamed last night that you felt this way too.

So touch me one more time,

Strum me like a guitar fret.

Never mind the pain that waits for me,

I’ll happily forget.

Let’s play the game we used to play,

where you contort my soul.

Cause sitting here alone,

I don’t feel whole.

And nothing’s right when you’re not in control.

I never felt I needed,

the gaudy strap of leather.

I’d tear out my own heart for you,

no one else needs to know we’re together.

I’d have tortured myself endlessly,

to be with you forever.

But a lifetime doesn’t matter when you stand here facing never.

So give me one more night, just one reprieve.

Then you won’t have to make me go, I’ll leave…

So touch me one more time,

Strum me like a guitar fret.

Never mind the pain that waits for me,

I’ll happily forget.

Let’s play the game we used to play,

where you contort my soul.

Cause sitting here alone,

I don’t feel whole.

And nothing’s right when you’re not in control.

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