The cute little bench in my favorite park is big enough to fit a group of four
The petals on a precious little monocotyledon flower come in groups of three
The minute I crack an elephant peanut I see a pair of peanuts, side by side, two in one
And I come, and forever stay, as one
Alone to deal with the qualms of my life
Alone to roam the earth as I try and figure out the reason I was put onto this cruel world
Alone at a table for two, and I'm too invisible to even be served
Oh how I long for my other half
How I long for a group of friends to sit next to me on my bench of sorrows
How I long for two precious friends to enjoy the beauty of these monocots
How I long for someone, just someone, to share those elephant peanuts with
Or better yet, for them to throw them at me as we engage in horseplay
But no, no matter how many times I open up
Or how many times I try to be nice
Or how many times I try to understand everyone else's problems
No one will be the type of friend I need
I'll forever sit alone on my bench of sorrows as I look up at the sky and bask in a ray of hope
I'll forever walk in the meadow and be hit with the smell of lovely dreams
I'll forever eat those peanuts alone as I eat those little reminders
And I'll keep wondering what it would be like to have a friend
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
The cute little bench in my favorite park is big enough to fit a group of four
The petals on a precious little monocotyledon flower come in groups of three
The minute I crack an elephant peanut I see a pair of peanuts, side by side, two in one
And I come, and forever stay, as one
Alone to deal with the qualms of my life
Alone to roam the earth as I try and figure out the reason I was put onto this cruel world
Alone at a table for two, and I'm too invisible to even be served
Oh how I long for my other half
How I long for a group of friends to sit next to me on my bench of sorrows
How I long for two precious friends to enjoy the beauty of these monocots
How I long for someone, just someone, to share those elephant peanuts with
Or better yet, for them to throw them at me as we engage in horseplay
But no, no matter how many times I open up
Or how many times I try to be nice
Or how many times I try to understand everyone else's problems
No one will be the type of friend I need
I'll forever sit alone on my bench of sorrows as I look up at the sky and bask in a ray of hope
I'll forever walk in the meadow and be hit with the smell of lovely dreams
I'll forever eat those peanuts alone as I eat those little reminders
And I'll keep wondering what it would be like to have a friend
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