In days lng past i dreamt of solitude; a period of tym wit only me.
For a while nw it's nt been possible, and i thot it wldnt be.
Bt nw i lie al alone in my room, starin at d dark ceilings.
Image after image flash thru my brain, conscience pricks; them littl pins.
I could have had her, bt i let her go.
She cld hv bn here, had i let her know.
Bt i pretended; King of 'Solacy'.
Nw i pay my dues; paid in misery.
I try to cal her, wil she pick her phone?
Try to reach her; dest'nation unknown.
Nothing left for me, i must dey my lane.
Al alone, no one else to feel my pain.
- Janus
