And every song i hear talks about you,
alone in my darkness i find a bittersweet site
where the smell of dead flowers makes this misery shine
and the birds sing a song that cries my love
but death comes and goes, and each time takes more.
Just like in my heart there's pieces of broken glass on the floor 
and that doesn't seem to hurts so bad in my feets anymore
Lonely nights Lonely thoughts 
Lonely hearts Lonely arms
Lonely souls Lonely lifes
lonely Me, lonely You.