its funny - when the last one left is the only one thats left alone, then i become another victim of subtraction . . . everyone i love, i see so happy, reveling in the joy given by someone elses arms... and i'm happy for them... but in the silent battle of lonliness, i find, that every single day, i am losing ground . . . and he who is left standing, is the one who has no one else to run to... sometimes, i hate being no ones own . . .