'Lonely' by Alan Marshall

Lonely,

All by myself

With my family

I feel lonely

I feel strange

Weird, different from they.


They all go out

And I stay in, me on my own

Left out.


They go out with their girls

They go out with their boys

And I can’t

Why?


If I was free

I’d go out;

I’d have a drink

Order take-aways

To eat at home.


She’d come round

See me

We’d have a chat together

It would be at my house, my own telly, my own stereo, my own bed,

A double bed,

It would be that much love.