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So many hours left open to wonder

and there’s a word I’ve come to know

Five letters long and explains everything I fear

And I guess I’ve let it show

Alone, in the dark or on the streets

It’s where you’ll find me

Alone, in the shadows, all my doubt

How else can I spell it out



Sometimes solitude can be my best friend

Most of the time it’s how my story ends

I’m like an open book, strategically placed words

Tell the story of an aching girl

Who feels she’s missing out on the world.

One more step and I might fall

Into this pit so deep and hollow

Alone, it’s a word that’s stalking me

Alone, it’s still there haunting me.



Everyday is something new,

Something bold and the right time for change

But somehow I’m stuck,

And nothing ever seems to rearrange.

Not knowing how to amend it,

I haven’t got the clue

Alone, it’s what I’m destined,

Alone, the only thing I know to be true.



I can’t mistake the fact now that

I am nothing more and not much less

Than alone for as far as I can see,

And you agree that I’m quite the mess.