I wish I could be with you.
I'm longing, yearning, I want.
But you are nowhere near.
Where could you be?

I hate being lonely.
Abandoned, foresaken, deserted.
I'm scared of being left.
Lonesome, empty, apart.

Does anyone love me?
Does anyone appreciate me?
Am I a loved one?
Am I cherish?

Watch for me.
Don't hurt me.
I can hurt you worse if I wanted to.
Where's my star?
Where's my night?