'It is your lonely times that knock
Your door and you hold their hand
Ask them to sit with you, you tell them
"I love you" But you really don't
You like the idea of being with someone
Who would hold you, understand you,
And love you for every night kills you,
Spending it alone, going through the
Darkness, fighting every night,
You are tired and you wish to have
Someone who would take away the
Loneliness. It is not love dear.
Love will come to you early in the morning,
Spoon you while you're still in bed
Hold you from behind when you're
At work at 3pm, it walks by you
To home when you are with everyone else,
It only holds you, comforts you, talk
To you at night. Whether 3pm or 3am
It stays neutral. '