[Verse] A cold empty smile right on cue,
Rehearsed out of habit I guess,
We talk for a while but we say the same things,
The same conversations and fights, over again.

A bedroom is right down the hall,
And the people who fill it aren’t home,
Yet somehow they talk and they sleep and they clean,
Loneliness comes from within.

[Instrumental Chorus] [Verse] The radio tells us a story,
A story we’ve heard far too much,
But the moral’s beyond us, we’ve heard it, we’ve said it,
But apparently just can’t believe.

It’s so easy to diagnose pain,
It’s so easy to tell you you’re broken,
But we’re always surprised when it happens to us, you know,
Loneliness comes from within.

[Instrumental Chorus] [Bridge] You can take your worn out purse, and fill it with gold,
But until you mend its tears, you’ll still be broke.