Thinking I
Ought to find
Someone
To sit with me
Hold my
Hand
    
Someone to come
Home to
Me
Home
To
Someone to
Live for
Alongside
    
Tired of
Living alone
One
Apart
My sigh says it all
I'm not
Whole
    
For me life is a
Pair
Two
Life means sharing
Being together
Whole
    
But all I have
Is an
Empty
Bed
Tears
Working
Breathing
Is all I
Can
Do
    
Time passes
Women walk by
And I sit
Alone
Living grows hard
One
Alone
Half

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