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before, solitude was deafening
i wanted to escape
and so i looked for a way out
and there i saw these lights

i was important
but for a momentary cause
i wasn't wanted or needed
i was just a toy

and so i went back to my room
where the walls were my only comfort
my bed would pat my back
my pillow would tell me to rest

but then i was tempted again
but it was the kind where it was real and true
i tried to fight for it and loved it unconditionally
but somehow, i was not of heavy value

and so i went back to my temple
my own four-cornered mansion
a space fit for one stupid queen
my room, my bed, my pillow

and so solitude will always be
the only chamber i can be at peace
i dont mind being lonely
i always have---i just got used to it.