No love is no life, loneliness is no life. I desperately need to be held, to be touched, to be loved; a body longing to be caressed.
The warm feeling of two people sharing that moment of passion, the beauty of love. How I wish that a woman would want me, could give me love.
It’s just a song, no woman will ever want me.
What’s the point of continuing if I’m to live my life on my own.
For I am alone, I am empty, I am nothing, and who’ll miss nothing?
Just a sad and lonely creature looking for its death.
