O, My Lonely Heart, how I ache to find;
That magical thing called love.
To cure you of your black desires,
Make you believe that there is good.
How I wish to wipe away you tears.
Find someone to hold and assure you;
That it’s all right to hope, to live.
That one day it’s all going to be just fine.
I resist the urge to cry out loud,
For your pain is tearing me apart.
I put on my mask, a smile;
Hiding the desperation inside.
I crave to set you free, from;
The thoughts that bind you down.
Flutter your wings and try to fly,
For there is much to be loved.