I was told that I was lonely.
I was told that I was lonely and so I believed it. I was told that I needed a girlfriend to fill that loneliness and so I found one. Here's the problem: I don't want her anymore.
I used to love The Beatles "Here, There and Everywhere". I used to play it for her all the time in the morning before I left for work. As she chases me down alleyways with a knife, the song takes on a creepier meaning. Now I want her neverwhere.
I almost think she's near beside me.