Its hard to retrieve what you’ve lost,
The think you have wanted the most.
It was love, friendship for me,
It never came to me with a glee.
I had to suffer the never achieved loss,
Sleeping every night with nothing but remorse.
I’m difficult to handle and be cared,
I have never been a part of the love being shared.
Forever alone, I call myself which is not a lie,
I think that is the only possession with which I’ll die.