Lonely LyricsAm I real And what do I feel Hate is half a heart Only I am in my arms You were sold For something to hold Nothing's as rude as the cold Stupidly, beautifoolish, true you Maybe madness is a heart Maybe heaven is a habit If I could fly I'd live in the sky I come from why And obviously you do, too The very start of everything hard Could be the slip of a fingertip
