Lonely sounds like the word long,when you think about it.
Like the long, quite, restless nights wondering, wishing, hoping.
That someday you may return
But with no prevail there only dreams.
Oh what you do in my illusions
It's all to real, but so real it's fake. I don't like it, not one bit. I want the way you normally treat me, not with a smile, but a sigh as I am in your eyes.