You sit on your throne of lies
Surrounded by people just like you,
The sorts to turn and take
All you have
At the first sign of weakness

You look down on me
As I sit on my chair
Woven with all my insecurities and fears
Ones I should not have
And yet here they are
And I can’t help but blame you.

There was judgment in your eyes
As you tore down my walls of confidence
A sense of enjoyment on your face
Yet judging, always judging.

I watch as friends turn to you
The way they turned from me
I watch as you pull
My world down around me

I move on from you
I rebuild my life
And re find friends
And am finally happy again
And yet there you are
Judging, always judging,
My every move
Yet now I don’t see

I watch as your throne is taken
And can’t help but think
Maybe, just maybe
That judgement will be gone now

But it’s still there
I think it always will be
You will always
Be judging

I often sit
And wonder out loud
Who my real friends are
And who are in it for the ride
I wonder what they see in me
I wonder what they want
I wonder how long it will be
Till they tire of their charade
What is it about me?
That attracts the fake friends
The horrible ones
They bring you down with every word.
How is it that I’ve ended up,
Living in the shadows?
Of people I call friends
When will I turn my life around?
And live in the sun

Watching from my bedroom window
As he does his chores down below

A teenage girl’s endless joy
Not to mention he’s our pizza boy

Rippling muscles, tight tan skin
The perfect prize I’m desperate to win

Deep **** voice, that shaggy brown hair
His stupid girlfriend who I know doesn’t care

With a bright smile, I want more
From my perfect boy next door