Feeling almost like I am a wretched goner
Sticking to the wall and crying it all out
Wishing I could be there on the lonely cloud!
But, here in the crowd, the tears I brave
A moist smile, locking the sobs I badly crave;
I speak so low, in hushed tones, lest I show
To my upset world the emotions I hold afloat.
You just told me how incapable I was
Went straight to my heart breaking the glass;
But in my story, I am the heroine sans the pink
And you? A dejected forgotten prick!
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