She's lit
She's become the sun
All everyone wants to do is stare or soak
up her warmth
She's lit
She's not even happy.

Why am I here.
                           This is not my place.
               not my place
   Why does everyone else fit in so fine?
                           I can't do that.
             can't do that
Why does confidence seem to escape me?
                         Everyone else seems to have a good hold of it.
            *what's wrong with me

I love the citrus scent you used to give.
it was soft and sweet and warm.
I love the kind of mood you're in when you stare at me and watch what I do like its a masterpiece when really I'm doing a norm.
I love the way that you look past me now because frankly I don't exist.
you have someone new and to you she's perfect but I used to be the one you couldn't resist.
it hurts still and I think it always will.
the pain has stayed through all this time with me and it hurts even more to know that the both of you are fine.

Depression looks good on you.
not your laugh or your smile or your lit up eyes.
depression is what caught me off guard with you.
I like to see you in your depression and see you when you're sad because then it makes me think that you were glad when I was depressed too.