Phone me, I am feeling so damn lonely.
I'm finding it hard to breathe with ease.
And insects fly in my eyes.
It comes as no surprise; I know they are aiming on purpose.
I'm worthless, I am.
The bugs can tell. They see I'm in hell and push me further down....
And I know if I were cloned,
I'd just look at me and throw endless tomatoes.
The sorrow grows, poor me.
I walked out into the sun.
The weather changed, and rained on everyone.
I ruin lives through my mere existence.
Don't sigh out loud.
It bores the crowd.
Sigh out loud again and lose another friend.
Again. Again!!!!
Nobody knows how this feels.
Everyone else is smelling roses and I'm still stinking lonely.
And I'm the only one around that ever feels down.
(Chorus of lonely voices):
What she said.