Loneliness became my friend.
We ride together in the streets full of
people.
But sometimes I want to scream: I don’t
want to be alone.
Loneliness became my friend.
We go to many places, we’re almost
inseparables.
By the bars and restaurants, there we are
hands held.
To show the pretty girls a melancholic smile.
And alone at night, there is a modest weep in my
dark room.
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