Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
If you look back in history It's a common double standard of society The guy gets all the glory the more he can score While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore
We all get our glory Our little bit of fame But there's no truth at the heart of any of it Just the brilliance and the passion and the bitterness remains
This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending This is the way that we loved Like it was forever Then live the rest of our lifes But not together
