As I sat on the back of his bike, with my arms around him, sweaty palms clenched tight. I realized nothing mattered. It didn't matter that I was being shipped off to boot camp in a week and a half.. It didn't matter that if my parents knew where I was that they would have killed me.. It didn't matter that I used to have feelings for him, or that I still did. On the back of his bike, nothing mattered.

It seems like I have noone
Noone to back me up
Noone to trust anymore
I feel alone dispite being around people 24/7
All of my friends just seemed to fade into nothing
Noone asks about me anymore
Noone invites me anywhere anymore
And if I am invited my family will sure as hell ruin that too
All I want is at least one mate I can rely on
One mate that understands
But I guess thats too much to ask for.