A Virgin For The Player
Tired all the time.
And I bet everyone is tired of me too.
At first, old classmates, friends, and people felt sorry for me. I received hugs and shit, but now when I run into people the second time around, they get uncomfortable. They see I've lost my hair, and I just know I've ruined their day with my gloomy, grey sadness.
"Damn it, Rebel... I really want to hug you right now. You're sad, and I just want to place you in my lap and kiss you all over. I don't want to hear you crying like this over the phone. I want to be there. With you."