You don’t have friends.

You aren’t a part of their life,

And they aren’t a part of yours. 

They ignore you when you pass,

And their eyes don’t light up for anything.

They don’t think it’s weird when you keep to yourself, they think it’s weird when you want to be with them.

They give you second looks when you talk.

They don’t turn their heads to address you when they’re speaking to the others.

But then you’ll start to notice they notice you.

They turn their heads to address you as well as the others when they’re speaking.

They don’t give you second looks when you talk.

They don’t think it’s weird when you want to be with them, they think it’s weird when you keep to yourself.

Their eyes light up when they talk to you,

And they always look for you when you pass.

You become a part of their life,

And they become a part of yours.

And you have friends.

But one day you’ll notice they won’t notice you.

They won’t turn their heads to address you when they’re speaking to others.

They’ll give you second looks when you talk.

They won’t think it’s weird when you don’t see them anymore, they’ll think it’s weird when you tell them you miss them.

Their eyes won’t light up for you anymore,

And they won’t remember you when you pass.

You won’t be a part of their life,

And they won’t be a part of yours.

And no more will you have friends.