Friends pick and choose and misconstrue
getting picked last makes it hard to pull through
trying to understand why you have no life to enjoy
everyone around makes your life hell like a water boy
jumping through hoops just to make yourself happy
hoping you made the right choice but find out it's ******
looking down at your wrists in plain disgust and regret
getting angry at your pillow and walking outside just to have a cigarette
gazing up to wonder how life would be with people who care and ashamed
being judged on how you live and looked to as a person who is unnamed
trying to not give a **** about anyone but wanting to be loved in the end
going around the town and searching around but no one is there to be your friend