girls talk about boys
boys talk about sports
girls talk about clothes
boys talk about cars
while i contemplate life it goes on and never slows
i get a worry line on my brow while everyone passes me by
my feelings are jumbled and as i keep stumbleing
no hand comes to steady me no arms to hold me
my lesson for you is love and expectations are dangerous
fairytales are just unreal dreams that people desire
as the gray fog covers my mind i get hazy
and as i close my eyes
i feel my very soul being pulled from my body
and put in a jar to show the world i am real

girls gossip boys fight
popularity is exclusive while outcasts are an open thing
people see through me like i'm a glass figurine there in the sunlight
never moving or changing never feeling or saying what i think
people laugh and joke at others expense never thinking of the consequences
like people becoming outcasts
feelings hurt and as people pull away life becomes a living hell
for as they leave they forget who they were before
they become the very thing they were running from
some stay and fight the pain to act like stone an unfeeling thing
but it takes time and strength that is hard to find