Just one year. (But it's not over yet.) What will I do? I'm so lost without you, with them. I think they don't understand. What I am, What I do. Don't blame them, it's all my fault, I'm so. Different. You know. I think you understand. I think. You love that. Just one year with them. The Last. And we will be together. And. I will lose touch with them. Don't know exactly who's "them". Not my friends? Don't know. I used to live alone. Before I knew you. Don't let me down. Next year will be very hard. Need you. But need them.
Not alone?
