It's a close companion
It's always holding me to it's breast.
It's choking fingers keep finding their way into mine.
I live, breath and feel it.
It's everywhere.
It keeps smiling at me,
I can't run away from it, believe me, I tried.
No matter what I do, I'm still friends with loneliness.
I can't hide from it's sharp sight,
I can't free my fingers from its tight grip.