My life is kind of boring, you see
Because I have no friends to hang out with.
I walk around, My head down, and obviously, the hoodie up, the music loud.
I guess it’s just normal.
That I act like this.
I do this all the time,
but you are too ignorant to notice.
To Notice that I am struggling.
Struggling with everything.
But that’s okay.
You don’t come up to me,
I don’t come up to you.
That’s how we work,
although we’re supposed to be friends.
Oh well, I’m okay with it.
I’ll be quiet,
you’ll be the wild child you always were.
When we were friends.
Before you forgot.
Before I was ignored.
-Night Walker
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