
It's that feeling of grief. Mourning what's not killed, Crying over bottled milk-- That on the floor hasn't spilled. But it just won't shake, That terror-sprinkled fright. No matter if good occurs, This lonely won't take flight. Although likely loved dearly, Those born to bring cheer Are scarcely delivered merely The same love as sincere. It's a life of worth, sure, To share that love with others, But it's still lonely all the more. Cold and numb, this feeling, That ball of sad in my gut. No matter the ambition, It might not be enough. Can I get them all together, Same room, same time, If I fill their heads with laughter, Make all my sweet words rhyme? Although likely loved dearly, Those born to bring cheer Are scarcely delivered merely The same love as sincere. It's a life of worth, sure, To share that love with others, But it's still lonely all the more. Why do you love me, But hold me at a distance? Why do you love me, But I'm still out of reach? Why do you love me, And not seek me out? Why don't you love me The way I love you? Although likely loved dearly, Those born to bring cheer Are scarcely delivered merely The same love as sincere. It's a life of worth, sure, To share that love with others, But it's still lonely all the more. Why do you love me, But hold me at a distance? Why do you love me, But I'm still out of reach? Why do you love me, And not seek me out? Why don't you love me The way I love you?