Sometimes I feel like I could stay in my room forever unnoticed

No letters or calls from anyone I know

It’s like I have to force you into my life to give me attentionPathetic is the only word I know to characterize my show

I’m so alone; I’m so dependent on the words of other people to make me feel I’m whole

But that’s not your toll to pay; I’m just getting so damn tired of myself these days

My phone, it sits silent there for hours; its memos unanswered

So quiet, except for my birthday; but who cares anyways?

‘Cause there’s no way you would know but the notifications from robots That reminded you of a day that’s vapid anyways

I’m self consumed; thinking that my gloom should be the most important thing to you

Oh, it’s not true anyways; I have people all around who take the time to care about my day

Thank God that I am wrong and there are people who care about me

Thank God that I am wrong and there are people here who love me