I don't want to go
I never loved them
Not like my friends
I recently lost
They all have lives
I live with my mom
I have no future
Planned out
The only way
I hear a friendly voice
Is when I answer the phone
When the telemarketers call
I have no job
They all pay bills
They look at me funny
Like I'm pathetic
They don't know me
Not anymore
I don't want to go
I'm too embarrassed
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
I don't want to go
I never loved them
Not like my friends
I recently lost
They all have lives
I live with my mom
I have no future
Planned out
The only way
I hear a friendly voice
Is when I answer the phone
When the telemarketers call
I have no job
They all pay bills
They look at me funny
Like I'm pathetic
They don't know me
Not anymore
I don't want to go
I'm too embarrassed
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