Sitting at a desk in a brightly lit room, Surrounded by people, but still so alone... Fighting a feeling of impending doom; A chill in the room that cuts to the bone. I've not seen your face in many a day. The thought of you makes my heart ache so. Missing your voice; it' so hard to be gay. Happiness escapes wherever I go. Dining alone in a quiet cafe'. Delicious food still seems so bland. Brown briefcase; a nice attache'. Fighting to meet life's many demands. I'm trying to pull myself together Before I completely fall apart. Battling to stay above the weather That brings a chill to my lonely heart.