I'm at a party
With many people
I know few of them
I am an introvert antisocial freak
With a bad attitude
What a party?!
That's what they say
Yet they don't know about my day
It was great
It was fine
But now I see
It wasn't mine
The days that pass
And the days to come
Belong not to me
But to the people I think of
This party at which I am
Only reminds me
Of my small group of friends
Whom I'd rather be with
Sure it's expanding
One at a time
But still only a handful
Really are mine
The friends come
And the good friends go
But the best friends stay
Through sun and snow
