Lonely by Choice

Simple and honest, gentle and kind
All of the town folk, think hes lost his mind
He prays for the rich so hell give to the poor
Doesnt ask much of nothing, doesnt want nothing more

Hes lonely by choice, and he likes it that way
A lot on his mind, but not much to say
He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day
Hes lonely by choice, and he likes it that way

He was in love, with a girl long ago
He left her for reasons, shell never know
He never looks back, on what might have been
Cuz he knows that hell never love like that again

Hes lonely by choice, and he likes it that way
A lot on his mind, but not much to say
He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day
Hes lonely by choice, and he likes it that way

Theyre all tried and true, all the clear shades
He gave one his all, to give up his ways
The bitches have ripped, the flesh from his bones
And the bastards are fat, because hes alone

Hes lonely by choice, and he likes it that way
A lot on his mind, but not much to say
He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day
Hes lonely by choice, and he likes it that way

Lonely by choice, and he likes it that way