I don’t want to be lonely no more,

I don’t wanna have to pay for this
I don’t want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my listWhat’s the point of going on?
Why does always ends like this?
Why is the world spining on and on,
Ignoring me, ticking me off the list?
Woah, uh-oh, Woah, uh-oh, Woah uh-oh, ohhh ohhh oh.
Perhaps, I should explain.

Everytime I go to soccer, I play well for dribbling, but I always fail at games, it’s not like I’m scared to get bruises on my legs, it’s just, I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO FIT IN! and it gets annoying, not just annoying but VERY annoying.

 

 

Sometimes I wished there was a chance for me to sparkle, but I always miss it or, I’m not brave enough to face it. I’m like a block of wood, like from Mr Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, if only something, or rather someone believed in me, I might actually be something useful. And for once I believed in Science or Maths I would get a grade that might be actually acceptable, it fails me.
I would desperately want to change schools at the very single momento.
Actually, every moment.
When I think good stuff might happen, bad luck just decides to give me a ride to hell. Well thanks.
Its NOT NESSARY AND I WOULD NOT LIKE ANOTHER FREE HITCH HIKE. for now. I suppose.

So anyway.
At school, I am mostly ignored, unless someone needs a favour. And boys, come to think of it, I am invisible to them. Well most of the time anyways.