Sometimes I think you'll be the next person I meet,
a lonely stranger walking on this crowed street.
A friend of a friend that I somehow never knew.
Each new face I see secretly hoping it will be you.
Then, sometimes I'm ok just being on my own,
accepting the fact that I am meant to be alone.
Free to do anything and everything I choose;
having nothing invested, and nothing left to lose.
Yet there are sometimes, loneliness hurts so bad
I'd eagerly give up every single thing I've ever had.
Just to have a partner who will stand by my side,
who will walk step by step, and in whom I can confide.
