What a curse is solitude, but oh what a boon.
A world in itself, a universe in cocoon.

Solitude is lonely, or so they say.
That meaning of life is in soiree.
Who will cry when you die?
Who will hold you when you cry?
Who will help you when all is awry?
Who will you lay with when you’re high?
You need them, you need them,
Of course, you need them.

So you take them, and knead them,
and then bloody leave them.
You need them, you need them,
of course, you need them.

Close your eyes, and think twice.
For every soiree, you pay the price.
But you die and you die alone.
You cry and you cry alone.
Solitude is lonely, but so is soiree.
You will know it, you will know it,
you will know it some day.