Left In My Lonely

You should have left me there in my lonely For I barely noticed I was alone until you disrupted my days and interrupted my fantasies with big pockets full of platinum promises Now, like an old woman who forgets to turn her calendar page, every day is longer than twenty four hours and minutes feel like an eternity I forget to eat, for nothing taste sweet I dismiss brushing my hair for it no longer to brush against your face What of this place where only the furnace firing provides artificial warmth You should have left me there in my lonely unaware of what I was missing Dreaming only of the romance printed in my dusty books And unaware of the loving looks I miss, now, in my lonely