Have you ever really been alone?
Have you ever really known?
What it feels like to be?
In total solitude, alone and free?
Not having anyone but you?
Not even a very few?
A family that’s not to be
Having a close and comforting history
Growing up I always knew
I would only be happy less or equal two
Enjoying the silence more than you know
Reading and learning in an effort to grow
But too alone I know I can be
When I start to feel that ache of uncertainty
But of course nobody tends to see
That there is always simply only me and all there’ll ever be.