Do you really like me?
Or am I for your entertainment?
You say you're my friend, that you'll always be there for me.
But you talk behind my back.
I'm sorry I get touchy at times, and annoying
I hate myself when I'm like that.
You don't have to remind I'm a fuckup
7 seats at the table
None left for me
So I'll just go outside.
More space for me
14 years without you.
I thought you would make me happy.
But I guess I was wrong.
Nothing can make someone like me happy.