the one you see on your birthdays, the one that doesn't belong.
guess i'll never know how to be part of something,
maybe i'm just that one who doesn't fit in.
guess i'll always be that someone who stares at pictures of other people
those smiles aren't mine
those friends aren't by my side
perhaps i'll end up like that, the pretty girl you just can't believe is left behind
with hundreds of books and money in account
and no one to share stories or exchange gifts with.
whatever it is that is in store for me, of one thing i am sure...
if i ever manage to be out there again, it's going to be the real me this time...
and hopefully they will like that person too.
