Lonely Me
the first time we met
how could i forget
tell me, how do you feel
pinch me,
this cannot be real
the first time we met
looking into you
how could i forget
tell me all about yourself
when i think of you
there is no one else
help me, i am old and lonely
like an old house
there seems to be no one here
hold me, tell me
i know you care
this is not love
it is all about what we are feeling
and what we feel is more than enough
James Garratt – Sunday 23rd October 1994
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Lonely Me – Written Sunday 23rd October 1994 (Aged 19)
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