Sit alone at lunch
Stare at the wall
in class
dance at the prom
with your shadow
but with that girl
in your head
you dance good
in your head
attend her funeral
alone
with a black cloud
hug your pillow
wipe your own tears
away
build your own casket
and hope
that someone
buries
it
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Sit alone at lunch
Stare at the wall
in class
dance at the prom
with your shadow
but with that girl
in your head
you dance good
in your head
attend her funeral
alone
with a black cloud
hug your pillow
wipe your own tears
away
build your own casket
and hope
that someone
buries
it
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