As I sit here and cry,
I think back,
To how this used to be,
When I would sit here laughing,
At something a friend had said,
Or when I would sit here grinning,
Looking at my messages,
No more of that now though,
They all left me,
They don't really care,
I haven't got a message in weeks,
And no one has been over,
I'm all alone, no one to talk to,
And so I sit here and cry.
Why is this happening?
What did I do?
How did they pretend for so long?
When did they decide they didn't like me anymore?
I ask myself these, but I have no answers,
So I sit here, alone, and cry.
