Have you ever felt alone and stupid on Friday nights?

Being all alone in your room thinking that someone will
care?

Going after that bubble you live in

Trying to get in

Being spit out by you every time over and over again

Wearing these masks of yours, pink butterflies in the air

Thinking I might fly but no

My wings are torn apart again

Maybe I am cursed

Trying to get closer to something that I cannot reach

Falling again every time I try, pieces of my torn apart
heart are all over

And again you find yourself

Sitting in your room

On a Friday night

Crying your heart out.

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