Who was there, and why is it okay?
But not for me?
Why bring me once, then no more.
Such a joke, am I just a joke?
Friends?
No, more like sisters;
why you feel like protecting me
is such a big deal.
Why you feel it's your job.
Hello? I feel left out
and my skin bruised by your
pillow shell of cants and wont let yous.
I know why you leave me outside,
because you don't think I'm alone.
And I'm not, but I feel it.
You know I'm in if you'd let me.
