"Please do come to my home," Whispered the lonely spider To anyone who came by.
And this is not where it ends, there is more. This life is mine to suffer, this is mine, this way alone. I don't know what my old soul has to learn from it. I don't know what my old soul did.
I have nowhere to go No one to go with. The days seemed darker. The night drags longer.
I miss you, like the empty bottles missing its own content I miss you, like the bakery who runs out of bread at night I miss you, like the clown who goes home at night alone I miss you, like…