I was there in the beginning.
When it was just me and her.
We played and talked
Connected a lot.
Now it is all different.
I am not number one.
I am in the lower rack,
Where the wanna-bes hung.
I can sit in a room for hours.
And no one will notice I'm gone.
But I want to be apart of them.
That is what I do long.
So I sit here at my friends computer typing.
Can I even call her my friend?
And will I be stuck in loneness
Until the very end?
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
I was there in the beginning.
When it was just me and her.
We played and talked
Connected a lot.
Now it is all different.
I am not number one.
I am in the lower rack,
Where the wanna-bes hung.
I can sit in a room for hours.
And no one will notice I'm gone.
But I want to be apart of them.
That is what I do long.
So I sit here at my friends computer typing.
Can I even call her my friend?
And will I be stuck in loneness
Until the very end?
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