I watch your stories,
I see you guys,
Together somewhere,
I hope that it’s nice.

Sometimes I wish I was there with you too,
But if you wanted me there you would have invited me too.

You never bother, so why should I?
You make me question, am I a bad guy?
You make me feel so alone.
As I walk away I whisper,
“I’d be better off on my own”.