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So, here i sit again.
Moping and feeling misrable.
Waiting for Something that will never come

That Something it's...
Something to me.
But i'm nothing to 'It'.

It goes to everyone but me.
I sit and cry and no one notices.
Their're all to bussy enjoying 'It'.

'It' will never come.

I see peaple holding hands...
But no one ever offers to hold mine.
I want to feel...'It'.

And i do feel 'It',
I feel 'It' everyday 24/7.
But 'It' does not want to feel me...

'It' shuns me.

No one will offer 'It' to me
All i want is for someone to feel 'It' towards me...
i want someone... to notice my tears,
And to wipe them away.

But no one cares.
All i want is for that one... Something,
To accept me.

Accept me for my pittiful stupid self.
I know what 'It' thinks of me.
And i agree.

I'm stupid, worthless, not importent.
And no one will ever love me.

So... i'll just sit...
and wait...
til the day that love comes to me

And i know,
That i will be waiting till my death,
the only thing that will show me the love i wanted all my pittiful life...