I put on some heels
so I would feel pretty,
but now i'm just sitting in heels alone.
I think i'll just take them off since
they aren't much help,
and go back across town.
Maybe on the way i'll stop in the coffee shop,
and meet someone there who will actually care.
But I know that when I get there I will
get my coffee and leave, disappointed from my
extreme amount of optimism and and the sense of reality coming back to me.
I cover things up by doing things happy people would do,
but do I really feel it?
I did. But I don't anymore. Life has gotten confusing again and the heels can no longer fix it.
There aren't going to be pretty girls at the coffee shop who will understand or even talk to me.
My hopes are always too high. My head always in the clouds. Someone needs to bring me down.
I am alone and forever I will be.