I know your loneliness
You are not the first to see me as all you want

Your loneliness cries to my heart
And like a hen to peeping
I cry through metal wire

I need more than to be needed
I need more than to be your perfect match
I need more than your narrow interests

How does one break a lonely heart?

Someday, someone will come to me with what *I* need

But I must turn my back to face the bitter cold

The journey will not end
I will die before I find my home
 if I warm myself too long at waysides

Facing bitter cold
Lingering at warm waysides
Makes my journey long

You are not the first
Who thinks I am everything.
But what about me?

How to break your heart?
Face you and break it myself?
Or just run away?