People may see you as a ghost,
Even those you trusted the most,
They'll make fun of you and be rude,
As if you didn't hear their words,
Let them fake at your face,
But you're from a real place,
So you still got the trace,
And you treat them with grace.
You sit alone crying at home,
While in your hands there is a comb,
Mindlessly looking at the phone,
Waiting for a friend you've known.
Tough times will really show you,
Who among of them are true,
Because no one is here with you,
But you can lean on yourself too.
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