sometimes I have bad days.
Days where I feel no other motivation than to just sleep.
sleep to avoid my emotions.
To be in a world where I can openly weep.

There's this crushing feeling inside me,
that my friends aren't actually my friends.
That my friends had a party without me,
and I have no choice but to pretend,
to pretend that I didn't know,
that 'Oh I was just busy that day'
That it doesn't bother me that I feel like I can't say,

Teenagers are relentless,
desperate as you or I,
But there's this feeling like I don't belong when I'm left outside.

Then I sit and laugh,
because my problems are so small,
I mean, life isn't so bad overall.