LoNeLiNeSs TaKe Me OnCe MoRe

I live without living,
I see without knowing.
Even though I am welcomed,
I am always by myself.

I hear people laugh,
And I see people cry.
They see me bursting with energy,
But I am empty inside.

I see people holding hands,
And others are throwing punches.
I'd give almost anything,
To be with either of the bunches.

In the end I am abandoned,
Not needed or wanted.
And again I creep back,
Back to my solitude.