Alone but not lonely, ‘cos I’m with myself,
Just as happy as when I meet up with someone else.
With paper and pen, and some words – not the best,
Words sometimes unclear or imperfect – the way I talk to my friends.
Just as happy as when I meet up with someone else.
With paper and pen, and some words – not the best,
Words sometimes unclear or imperfect – the way I talk to my friends.
