I realize a point
Their lifestyles at home,
But what can I do?
My lifestyles are - One!
No friends to go home to
To be with when needed
My High School is gone --
With friends here - I've pleaded.
The answer is simple
When needed, I'm there,
But when they are together
They don't seem to care.
I have feelings - deep ones
Which run to the core,
And when I have no one
My heart turns all sore.
I wish I could tell -
Just give them a clue,
That I need their friendship
When I'm feeling blue
But now I go on
My heart all in pain
My few friends are gone -
I'm going insane!