It ***** to feel so left out things.
To be one to always say hello first.
To be the one to ask ‘hey how are you?’
and never get a reply.
To be the one who wants these bridges built
but you keep burning them down.

One day I’m going to get tired of saying hello
and asking ‘how are you?’
One day I’m not going to care at all
And if you ask why
You won’t get an answer
Because my mother taught me
not to talk to strangers