Loner - Throne

arm is in a cast again from dragging you

you don’t weigh much but I’m fragile

I won’t pull another muscle until I heal

and i’m thinking about leaving

but you send flowers all the time

I’m one of a kind, and I’m dying, when I’m trying to love

I’m one of a kind, and I’m dying, when I’m trying, I’m

trying to love

talking to a wall again is sounding good

you’re a crowded room of leaches

looking for a reason to be alone

but there’s no door to escape from

but you send flowers all the time

I’m one of a kind, and I’m dying, when I’m trying to love

I’m one of a kind, and I’m dying, when I’m trying, I’m

trying to love