how many times have you told me you love her
as many times as i've wanted to tell you the truth
how long have i stood here beside you
i live through you
you looked through me
ooh, solitude,
still with me is only you
ooh, solitude,
i can't stay away from you
how many times have i done this to myself
how long will it take before i see
when will this hole in my heart be mended
who now is left alone but me
ooh, solitude,
forever me and forever you
ooh, solitude,
only you, only true
everyone leave me stranded
forgotten, abandoned, left behind
i can't stay here another night
your secret in my heart
who could it be
ooh, can't you see
all along it was me
how can you be so blind
as to see right through me
and ooh, solitude,
still with me is only you
ooh, solitude,
i can't stay away from you
ooh, solitude,
forever me and forever you
ooh, solitude,
only you, only true
a lyrical experience by Evanescence
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
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