Detta kom mitt huvud på igår kväll när jag skulle sova:

My bed is colder without you next to me,
but the space without you might be what I need.

They always told me not to be alone,
that in the end the loneliness would win my heart.

But the truth is; myself is the only one I need.
If I'll ever meet someone like you again that'll just be a bonus.

Now, I'm just glad I won the loneliness's heart.
The loneliness'll never win mine.

Lovely loneliness.