• I walk down the hall clenching my books.
    I hear the whispers and soft laughter.
    They each give me looks.

    Someone please let me take their hand.
    All of the people who say they're my friends.
    They end of leaving me on my own like they always planned.

    Nobody knows.
    I try to wear a smile.
    So the pain doesn't show.

    But I don't know how much longer,
    I can keep this up.
    If only I was stronger...

    I sit alone.
    Reading a book.
    If I had gotten up and left no one would have known

    What's this?
    This girl is talking to me?
    I feel a certain bliss.

    She sits down with me and reads along.
    She doesn't know how much this means to me.
    I could have bursted into song.

    Then I meet her other friend.
    She's just as nice.
    I know my days of loneliness are at an end.

    It's been years since that day.
    It seems like an eternity.
    Since they put a hand on my shoulder and showed me the way.

    I can never tell them that they saved me.
    I know they would laugh.
    So for now I'll sit under this tree.

    And I'll write a letter to my former self.
    And I'll tell her,
    "The light is coming. Leave your pain on a shelf.

    You won't be a loser for much longer"