Born To Be Alone

I keep waiting for a feeling

That never seems to come.

You touch me like you mean it,

But my heart just stays numb.

I’ve tried to fit beside you,

Tried to feel the spark you see—

But love feels like a story

That never included me.

And I’m tired of pretending

I’m someone who can be held.

So I tell myself it’s easier

To face this world alone.

If my soulmate ever lived at all,

They’re already gone.

Maybe they’re a ghost I missed,

Or someone never grown—

Either way, the truth is clear:

I’m meant to walk alone.

You’re trying hard to save me,

But you can’t outrun the truth.

I’m stitched together crooked

From the things I never grew.

You’re offering forever,

But forever feels unkind—

I keep searching for a heartbeat

I know I’ll never find.

And the more you say you love me,

The more I feel I don’t belong.

So I tell myself it’s easier

To face this world alone.

If my soulmate ever lived at all,

They’re already gone.

Maybe they were born too early,

Or too late for me to know—

Either way, the truth is set:

I’m meant to walk alone.

And I’ve made my peace in pieces,

Little fragments on the floor.

If love was meant to find me,

It would’ve knocked before.

Maybe some hearts stay empty,

Maybe mine was built that way—

Just an echo meant for no one,

Fading slowly day by day.

So I tell myself it’s easier

To live this life alone.

If my soulmate ever had a name,

It’s lost to time unknown.

Maybe they were heaven’s breath,

Or someone never born—

Doesn’t matter anymore—

I’m meant to walk alone.