Is there such a thing as being lonely ish,
I don’t mean just being alone?
Is there such thing as being visible,
yet wanting to be alone?
When I stare out my eyes,
it’s all loneliness I see.
I am in my house, I am all alone,
that’s lonely ish to me.
But, would I trade my freedom,
for someone else to say,
what goes on in my house, or whether I’m happy or gay?
Would I trade my freedom,
just not to be so all alone?
You can bet I can’t, nor will I ever,
live in a house where I must atone.
I’d rather be lonely-ish and Queen of all I own.
But don’t be fooled lonely-ish has its price I say,
and one I am, and for me, all too willing to pay.
Because lonely-ish is all it takes
to live my life,
my way!