I thought I knew loneliness,
Until the night he held my hand,
Our hands fitted as if they were made for each other;
But eventually, he had to let go-
And ever since his hand is not in mine,
The world feels emptier.
I thought I knew loneliness,
Until the night he held my hand,
Our hands fitted as if they were made for each other;
But eventually, he had to let go-
And ever since his hand is not in mine,
The world feels emptier.
