It's 8 o'clock in the morning
And I still thinking about the warning
That I got while I was eating
At buffet where they are seeking
Someone like a silly and to bully

And I was the perfect choice for that
As there was nothing in me but fat
And now here I am, sitting and crying
In the bathroom tearing and dying,
Of the pain that's a feeling and a dealing
With this kind of self-appealing

There they come, with a smile on their faces,
With a knife and cigarettes
Scratching and burning my skin to ashes
What do i need this kinda treatment?
Just because I got a belly and cheeks,
Makes me the one to see these freaks?

Would you ever text me first?
How I'm doing and I'm feeling?
It was only me when you needed,
But the other time it's just repeated

So, that counts as a yes?
That you didn't wanted to text me back?
I could just ignore the fact,
That you were out with your other friends,
When I asked you to help my back,
I knew, kinda viewed but still I waited to see that's not true

And the message that I'm writing now,
With my tears not stopping flowing down,
" Hey, how are you? How your studies?"
The basic sentence to start my presence,
And then I see the "seen" sign of eternal silence...

I wasn't lonely at all, I too had friends before,
We would play, laugh, and have fun,
Get wet in summer from watergun,
And be sick for days calling each other one,
But time past and we said "goodbye",
Despite that "bye" wasn't fine,
I'd be sick for years not for days,
As I couldn't make friends any more,
Even though I made two or three,
They didn't seem to be fond of me,
They would go to parks and walk,
Gaming place where they would play,
Theatres where they could see the play,
Not asking me if could come along,
And thus, I now can open the door,
That I've been not alone before...