I'd Rather Be Lonesome

I'd Rather Be Lonesome


I'd rather be lonesome by myself, than lonely in the company of someone else who no longer cares for me.

Give me my dogs, my clicker, my old T.V., they're much more loving and comforting you see.

For when the man of the house finally comes home, the first thing he reaches for is the telephone. He talks to everyone else but me, while I sit across the room silently.

Longing to share what happened that day. Longing for him to listen to what I might say, but that doesn't happen any more.

After the phone he clicks on the T.V., now glued to the set, what's it going to be? The news, the weather, anything's just fine, that's all in the world he's got on his mind.

Now it's approaching eight o'clock and he's all worn out you see, for after twenty-four hours of working, there's no time left for me!

How can a marriage ever survive with no conversation to keep it alive? When he has no earthly interest in what I say or do, how can I have the love and respect that I used too?

Oh to have a man with a listening ear, and a loving heart that's true. One who can say good night, I love you, and comfort you when you're blue.

These are the things that are a must, if we want what's best for the both of us. For they are the vitamins of the soul, and to a marriage they're worth their weight in gold.

If by some chance this cannot be, we'd be better off apart, both you and me, and go our separate ways. For I'd rather be lonesome by myself, than lonely in the company of someone else who no longer cares for me.


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