being alone gives you too much time to think.

i was standing there with all my friends.

i was dancing there with all my friends.

we laughed.

we talked.

we laughed some more.

it wasnt a dream.

i have photos upon my wall.

i moved schools.

i moved away.

but i came back.

i came back regularly.

and we would still see each other.

we would all still laugh.

we would all still dance to the music.

we talk and share our secrets.

then one day i realised.

im standing alone.

they dont need me anymore.

they have better friends.

they can dance and laugh and talk with other people.

but they were all i had.

so i was left with nothing.

so i am standing here with nothing.

so i am standing here alone.

and its hurting me.

and its killing me.

but its all on the inside.

and im the only one who knows.