I tried to get into a show, I searcherd around for those who´d know
When you´re alone isn´t it low, can no one understand
At times I wished for a best friend, someone to hear my secret ends
But when you feel so alien, they all seem to pretend
Solitaire, alone my dear, Solitaire, a chosen faire
Too many hours in a day, too many moments left to wait
Dreaming of things so far away, boredom creates the dreams of fate
by SlipOtep