Inspired by the song "Lonely" by Akon; some lyrics in particular actually, which I have stuck in here, and which are not mine. Just to be clear. And I disclaim all creative rights to the magnificence that is the world of Lilo and Stich.

'backtracking on these few years trying to figure out what I did to make it go bad'

I have no one.

And when we met, we had some common evil goals.

But I aimed to take advantage of even you.

And now you've made up with your fellow earthlings. I don't know how. It's probably that Lilo. She got you feeling comfortable and accepted too, despite the evil you've done to her. I've heard she's really good at that—but have never experienced anything like that.

'Can't believe I had a girl like you and I just let you walk right out of my life'

We had fun when you thought I was just a talking Gerbel. And I let you call me a gerbel instead of a hamster. Before I used you, you were good to me. But then I used you for my own selfish goals.

"After all I put you through, you still stuck around to stay by my side. What really hurt me is I broke your heart; you're a good girl and I had no right'

Lilo saw your real family life one day and opened her arms. Somehow, over the years of drama and maturity and growing up, you found a friendship and now all the hula girls are friends.

And I sit in my cell, watching Jumba's feed on a stolen communicator and feeling sad. All this time, I didn't tell a soul that what I really felt for Lilo was jealousy: I never had an ohana. And then Jumba found one that welcomed him and I didn't. And now you've found the same.

'never thought the day would come when…I would be out chasing you'

And if even you, Myrtle, could be changed from bad to good, and Jumba and all the experiments could be changed from bad to good, and Gantu could be changed from bad to good, why couldn't I?

It's really simple: I didn't have the will.

But now I just might. I see Myrtle and remember the connection—the bond we shared, just briefly, when I was posing as her pet. She was genuine, and that was something so new and rare and beautiful to me: genuine connection. Not for a higher purpose; not for a hidden agenda; just someone to be with.

I sought power to fill the emptiness of no one in my heart and to make me feel wanted or needed or important somehow. But Myrtle holds power over nobody now except for herself, and she is happy. And she is showing her vulnerability to her closest companions now—not just to me. Not that she showed me much of that, but still.

Myrtle Edmunds was turned from bad to good, and goodness looks attractive on her, and I want something like that friendship…but to be closer…with her.

I like Myrtle. I like what she has become. And I wish I could go to her and ask her how I can get the same second chance and ask her if she'll keep me with her and help me turn to good.

But I can't. There are whole galaxies in my way. At the very least, there are bars and a highly advanced security system in front of me.

'I'm so lonely. I have nobody to call my own.'