You feel lonely, you say?
Why do you, when
You have so many friends?
You see them at school,
You spend time with them.
So why are you lonely?
Why do you feel like
There's always something
You'd like to say?
...But can't?
Is it a curse,
Or a condition of your heart,
To not trust the people,
Are you a fool or are you smart?
But I know you've tried, I know,
Of all the tears you shed
And the hopes you put in
Those reckless kids.
And I pity you, really.
Still, I don't understand you.
Why do you need
A shoulder to cry on?
Or someone to share
Your jokes to?
You needn't anybody
Else than yourself.
So why do you
Keep asking for company?
You know you can't trust
Them, you know it well.
So why are you always
So surprised when
They leave you?