I'd love to talk, but can't seem to find anyone that would love to listen.
I'd love to hang out, but all the other lonely people seem to be missin.
I'm giving out smiles, and getting back awkward looks in exchange.
All I can do is keep telling myself that things are bound to change.
Determined to find an opening, in one of these social spheres.
While I wander around aimlessly, holding up this head full of tears.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
I'd love to talk, but can't seem to find anyone that would love to listen.
I'd love to hang out, but all the other lonely people seem to be missin.
I'm giving out smiles, and getting back awkward looks in exchange.
All I can do is keep telling myself that things are bound to change.
Determined to find an opening, in one of these social spheres.
While I wander around aimlessly, holding up this head full of tears.
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