That girl walk alone,

She walks with none beside her,

People point and ask questions,

She looks down in shame,

She's alone,

She looks around and sees couples,

She wonders around by herself,

What's wrong with me?

She's always asking,

All of her feelings are bottled inside,

None must know that it hurt her,

She smiles like life is perfect,

When she gets sad,

None is there to make her feel better and hug her,

None is there to tell her "babe it will all be good"

None is there...

All these thoughts linger in her head

As a teardrop slowly falls down her cheek,

That girl,

That girl is ME....mZ.lOn3Ly