Summers ago I remember. All my friends were getting together to have a drink and a BBQ. I Was So Excited! The First Summer Of Secondary School That I Actually Had Friends. The First Summer To Be Spent In The Sun, Not Hiding Behind The Curtains In My Room. Not Curled Up With Misery Or Doom. I packed a bag and got bus fair, I think mum was happy that I wasn't going to be there, not in a mean way, just glad I had some plans for my day.
Enjoying Lady Gaga On The Bus, I Got To Where I Was Going, Then I Call To Confirm The Place & I'm Told I'm Not Going.

Gas Lit and lies, My plans turned to flame and then ash.
I felt gob-smacked, In a way intimately attacked.
I Felt Sick, Apple Hard Heart In My Throat, I Felt Thick, Salt Stinging Eyes Still Afloat.
I Felt Used, Toyed Like A Game and Forgotten.
I stood at that bus stop and swallowed my pain, I stood at that bus stop and waited again, I stood at that bus stop wont sink down the drain, I've held my cards close so close it's insane.
I just wanted some friends, but was left with my brain.