Standing around the table was torture.
All I wanted was to disappear, but who would I have?
If I left, no one would follow.
I'd be alone.
Then again, who did I have in the first place?
Not them, they were never there.
Music would tune the snickers of the so-called "friends" I had.
Lunch was supposed to be a break from the stress, if anything it was quite different.
Complaining about things I know won't ever change.
