| Loneliness | ||||
| You hear of them and how they're great How they're not lonely and have a date But here I am, I'm sat alone Staring at the stupid phone I think that they don't understand 'Cos they got someone to hold their hand But no, no, now i'll be strong Fuck the bastards they done me wrong Looked past me and my untimely mood Choking here on comfort food I wanna go out, have a laugh with mates Who fucking needs the fucking dates? The tide has turned, it's all too true They're right I need a girl, a you Somebody to turn to, somebody to care Someone to know you're always there But that itself is all too great It's me, I need the fucking date |
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