they are all in love
they have all been touched
but i stand here alone, with my soaking wet socks
unlovable, unloved

come on, i am fifteen
i should have had a boyfriend by now
but no, i am alone
and i am sick of wanting happiness for myself
in a teenage boy who would probably want something more out of me

i am not like the kids my age
they can turn their shoulder and be kissed
i haven’t even experienced that sensation yet
i haven’t even had a boyfriend