All alone, all alone, all alone. All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone. All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone. All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone. All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone.
If you continue to pedal like that, you will fall off the bicycle. Your knees will bruise And your legs will bleed And your bones will fracture like they did before.
The wolf was a wolf in more ways than one, For he targeted girls who were pretty and young. He liked them quiet, he liked them good - He liked them wearing red riding hoods.
The wolf was feeling hungry that day, And it looked like a meal was heading his way. The wolf was a wolf who played with his food. The wolf was a wolf who was up to no good.
He asked the young girl if she wanted to stay, He asked the young girl if she wanted to play. Red didn't want to, she was off to school - But Red had no choice but to play by his rules.
After the games, the wolf collected his prize, And Red felt so bad that she cried. And after that, Red no longer felt young - For the wolf was a wolf in more ways than one.
How do you explain to your parents that the reason your grades are so low is because there is a hole in your heart a sinking feeling a kettlebell of 50 pounds an anchor dragging you down a monster in your brain that makes you forget things but not one thing not one thing that one thing stays.
The way my eyes light up whenever I see him, The way I drop everything and see him whenever he needs me. How fast I can reply to his texts, The way I always say yes to him to whatever he asks. The way I suddenly get quiet whenever he asks me about crushes, The way I look at him for a bit too long.
He must notice something. He's probably noticed everything. But he doesn't respond.
I hope I never miss you. I can’t. It would be far too painful. I can no longer pretend the two of us will stay friends. Because I know exactly what will happen: One day, we’ll have no reason to talk to each other anymore. Neither of us will make an effort to, even if we both want to (maybe, I can never tell if someone wants to talk to me.) We’ll say our hellos when we cross paths while walking. But even that will end soon. Pretty soon you’ll forget me (but I know I’ll never forget you.) I hope I never miss you. I can’t. Even if I want to.