I was pulling out my hair,
I just wanna shine!
So put on your war paint.
I had a dream so big and loud,
That somedays you're the only thing I know.
I paint my face with glitter in the morning light,
'Till I saw blue-haired boy.
Hey,
It's cruel you know.

Soft, dark ringlets,
Scattered across your brow.
Your hands covered in trinkets
And holding a soft linen gown.

A crooked smile on your face
And deep dark eyes ablaze.
You, with the tie of lace,
The greatest thing to gaze.

I laughed as you asked me if I and that guy are together.
I had to wipe the tears from my face when I said, "No, we're not together.
Never, ever in a million years.
We're only friends, not lovers."

You said we're a perfect pair,
Well, put that thought back into your hair,
'Cause the both of us are just friends.
We're not gonna follow the trends,
And suddenly be each other's 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

I know I sometimes call him cute
When I see his hair ******* and dressed in a suit,
But I mean it platonically,
Not romantically.
Plus, he likes another girl,
And I another guy.
That's why you'll never catch us together,
'Cause we don't like each other.
Well, not in 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 way.

You still think we'll end up together,
Like those romance novels you read since forever.
But I can assure you,
Those dreams will never come true.
We're just friends.
Why ever would we be lovers?

I blink,
Is this real?
I blink,
I hate this deal.

I blink,
I wonder what they think.
I blink,
I'm gonna sink.

I blink,
I hope it doesn't spread.
I blink,
Is it just in my head?

I can't hold it anymore,
So off it goes,
Flowing forevermore,
Tears when I'm in my lows,
Flowing in the shore
Of what I call, my imagination.

My legs feel numb,
And I feel dumb,
Standing here in this field,
Having to deal
With all these feels.

With their swift feet
And agile feats,
Who couldn’t possibly smell defeat?

I try and try,
But wonder why.
Am I not good enough?
Am I not as tough?

In defeat,
I watch their incredible deeds,
Like their beautiful leaps
And graceful twists.

I watched them for a while;
Oh, what style!
The way they caught it—
A perfect fit!

Then one of them noticed me.
It was a boy, you see.
He smiled at me—
Oh, what a sight to see!

He invited me along,
And before I thought for too long,
He tossed me the disk,
And I caught it between my fists—
Oh wow, it fits!

I tossed the disk into the air
To God knows where,
But he caught it in midair,
And now my mind sounds like a fair.

I did it!
I did it!
I did it!
I actually did it!

I pumped a fist into the air,
And of course, I added a little bit of flair.
I prepared my stance,
Ready to dance this metaphorical dance
And do my very best
With a little bit more zest.

I guess I learned a thing or two—
I should never, ever put people on a stool
And think I'm so bad
That everyone who walks by would gag.

Instead, I should have fun,
Under this warm sun,
With the breeze blowing by,
And my team by my side,
Who make me feel good inside.

Loser, Loser, Loser.

You asked me why I felt that way.
That hatred I felt towards you the other day—
It’s not you; it's me.
But maybe it is you.

It's me because I have my suspicions.
For some reason, I think you’re malicious.
But not in that way.
I just think you're a sore loser.
So please go away.

It's you because of the things you do.
It makes me want to go and puke.
Plus, I'm scared.
I hope you don't feel what I think you feel.
If you do, I'm dead.

And here you are, asking me why.
Just go away, will you?

Loser, Loser, Loser.

I guess we're like paper.
The handmade ones I mean.

Before that, we had a sheen,
We were a large empty sheet.

But sometimes we've broken down
Into useless little pieces that would make one frown,
And can't find a way
To fix ourselves in less than a day.

But you can't just tape paper
When it's ripped by life's alligator.

You have to make something new
With that familiar thing, you once knew,
And mix it up with unfamiliar things,
So you can give that paper some zing.

Now it's something new.
No longer the thing you once knew.

A thing with a past,
That if stood alone, would not last.