Passion.

I'm tired of being alone, sitting on this lonesome throne.
I want a hand to hold, a body when cold
I'm tired of being alone.

I don't want to sleep alone at night
I don't want to know that I am right
That I am lost without a light
I'm so tired of being alone.

I'm too shy to ask your name
you walk away; what a shame.
But i'm the only one to blame
I'm so tired of being alone.

I say no words, yet drown in thought.
Little words were never taught
I think that they are overdue.
Someone to say that "I love you."

Poem by Jeremy Webb

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