Go ahead and call my mother and hang out with the one that hurt me the most,
the reason i'll never be your favorite again
why your hugs and expressions never seem sincere or warm.
It doesn't kill me or anything..

Reading lovely bones,
it made me realize how all i am to anyone is an outsider looking in.
and never will i be anything more.

there's been a void inside me for the longest time,
i now realize it's nothing more than loneliness