I completely understand the feeling of being small and being insignificant
I know the feeling of being human,
How it seems to ache in places you never thought you have inside,
I know how to dream of something that's entirely hard to reach, and
How it seems to hurt when you were left behind
It doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get,
how many drinks you have,
how many chocolates you or
how many cakes you pigged on
You still go to bed thinking how you have been misunderstood
You still imagine scenarios before you sleep
You still love without assurance and
You still live wondering if there would be a light that will show up in your door.
