And I glaze the mirror
Asking myself
How could've he liked a girl like me?
Chubby cheeks, sunburned nose
Crooked eyebrows and ears,
that don't hear most
Hanging eyebags, sad doe eyes
and some teeth, which I despise
All in all, but it's no suprise
Loving one like me
Is as hard as it can be

When I sit alone,
Someone will ask, “Can I use this chair?”
Then carry it to another table
To laugh with friends over there—
Leaving me, still and silent,
Closed off like a clam.

I got lost talking to strangers on the internet
Who probably could have cared less
I just needed a place to not be myself
Cause I’d be better if I was someone else

It’s so hard trying to find good friends
And faking joy and happiness

I don’t wanna reinvent the wheel
To protect you from how you feel
Let me listen in on your stupid spiels

I’m nothing like the girls you like
I’m not exactly you’re perfect type
So why should I even attempt and try

To capture your attention
Steal you for a moment
From all your popular friends
Just let me ruin the moment

A time where there is snow,
where santa goes ** ** **.
Many died in frost,
homeless,
enveloped under sheets of snow.
Goodbye world.
And here I am forever alone.

shut up! i have more friends than you!
and we always get along.
i just sprinkle some sugar and watch from my window
and hear them sing their songs!

now they don’t stay very long,
but it's a small price to pay.
real friends sacrifice, plus
their hearts would burst if they stayed.

but it's okay, really!
i could never let them die.
they say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
and i know they’d never lie.

they just love me so much…
what?! i’m not alone, what do you mean?
i have more than i could ever want! in fact,
they say that i’m their queen.

We are like skew lines

We are not parallel

But we can't intersect as well

No one is here

It's empty, she said
It's cold, she whispered
It's dark, she thought

"Forever alone" they laughed
"Forever alone" she cried

She's a viral joke yet to be said
She's a mystery yet to be solved
She's a safe yet to be discoverd

She is Jane Doe

You are drifting, for you have given up on swimming.
There is nothing tied to you, although the red-string maidens are weaving.

You sang with your heart, but there was no one to hear your frequency.
And such is the fate of the loneliest whale of the sea.

And they will never understand the glory of your surrender,
For in their eyes, one is always destined for another.

The acceptance of your fate, they call it misery,
But to you, 'tis only pure, sweet liberty.