I know that you are lonely
like me you feel alone
and we are not the only ones
from whom the "life" as flown
but really you revel in it
(or you and I would meet)
for something stops you wanting love
(so why then do you bleat?)
I'm alone, and cry for help
for just a quiet friend
who'll care not "what" i am or "who"
and seeks no other end
a quiet friend to share some words
a true and honest test
of what lies at the heart of you
and what in me is best
cry out to me I beg of you
cry out and call my name
cry out to me when you're in need
cry out when you're aflame
but no, I think we'll never meet
we'll never share some time
we'll never find a common ground
and it seems to me a crime
for I will sit and click and hope
that mail to me has come
from someone who has thoughts of me
oh God let there be some
Oh God let there be some
