teenage hurt

I just feel like I don't belong.
everything I do, yeah I did it but I did it wrong.
and I've never felt so alone, I knock on my door, ain't nobody home...

"someone like him, (with his light hair constantly falling over his gloomy green eyes, and his symmetrically aligned bones) I would expect him to be surrounded by guys and girls constantly. he possessed the features one would associate with a strikingly attractive young man. one you might expect to appear on the cover of some magazine, in a few years. you would pop into a petrol station and passing the magazine rack, his face would catch your eye, making you think about what type of person he was when you knew him, and also how he's clearly succeeding and you're not. you would then buy the magazine and carefully read every word about how he's making millions modelling some overpriced shit, while you sit in your dark student flat that is uncomfortably cold because you couldn't pay the heating bill this month. or something like that."

[title from a song by 'pig']