This place is always a little lonely
At the weekends...no noise and life;
I like solitude,
But not in places
Where\'s there\'s recently been
A lot of people.
Reclusiveness protects you
From nostalgia,
And you can be as nostalgic
In relation to what happened
Half an hour ago,
As half a century ago, in fact more so.
I went to the Xmas party.
I danced,
And generally lived it up.
I went to bed sad though.
Discos exacerbate
My sense of solitude.
My capacity for social warmth,
Excessive social dependence,
And romantic zeal,
Can be practically deranging;
It\'s no wonder I feel the need
To escape...
Escape from my own
Drastic social emotivity,
And devastating capacity
For loneliness.
I feel trapped here;
There\'s no
Outlet for my talents.
In such a state as this,
I could fall in love with anyone.
The night before last
I went to the ball,
Couples filing out,
I wanted to be half of every one,
But I didn\'t want to lose ***.
I\'ll get over how I feel now,
And very soon.
Gradually I\'ll freeze again,
Even assuming an extra layer of snow.
I have to get out of here.