Solitude, I've feared and adored, welcomed as my attendant, let myself drown, and create out of it
Your tears like blades, my heart in thousand pieces, my blood shall heal your wounds, though I've feared this day I know it was to come now, that I'm gone.
Never to old to rebel never to old to desire never afraid of solitude the lone wolf's still biting
I don't want to be a part of you! I don't want you to be a part of my life!
I' got no need of your entertainment neither is your success-society, your house, your boat, your car your wife, lover, business of any interest or value to me
Is this solitude self-determined or simply a result of my mean character or my incompatibility with this brave new world?
Never to old to rebel never to old to desire never afraid of solitude the lone wolf's still biting
I don't want to be a part of you! I don't want you to be a part of my life!