I wish i could be talented or pretty.
To be noticed, not rejected.
All I've ever been is that loser who sits by herself.
The girl who never fit in.
Sure,maybe in my pictures I'm smiling,
But did you ever stop to think that this smile might not be real?
Did you ever think it was possible to look like everything's going for you,
But on the inside, nothings right?
All i really am is this empty shell who walks around looking lively, but feeling lifeless.
I know there's more of you out there.
Maybe we understand each other to a certain extent,
But we're all fighting are own battles.
We are all alone.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
I wish i could be talented or pretty.
To be noticed, not rejected.
All I've ever been is that loser who sits by herself.
The girl who never fit in.
Sure,maybe in my pictures I'm smiling,
But did you ever stop to think that this smile might not be real?
Did you ever think it was possible to look like everything's going for you,
But on the inside, nothings right?
All i really am is this empty shell who walks around looking lively, but feeling lifeless.
I know there's more of you out there.
Maybe we understand each other to a certain extent,
But we're all fighting are own battles.
We are all alone.
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