I'm fighting lonely,
and I find myself here again,
where I thought I'd never be again,
on this isolated island maybe I've created
in my unknowing dreams of sleeping.
I'm dreaming lonely,
dream of me, not me and you,
to find the beauty purposely placed,
to spread the beauty purposely created
by the hands of Love, up above.
And you can tell me that you're sorry,
that you wish I wasn't lonely,
and I'd try to tell you I am sorry too,
but in the end it's all a lie.
Because when I'm fighting lonely again,
and I'm dreaming lonely once more,
then and only then
do I find You like I ever found You before.
So now I am farther away from lonely than I ever was before.