I feel lonely and out of place,
I fool people so easily with the smile on my face.
This bully seems to be winning, his name is life,
The feeling of losing to him is like being tortured by a knife.
'I'm there for you' is what people used to say,
Their absence is felt all the more everyday.
Everyone needs a frnd who will all out sorrows share,
Only then the torturous bully can I bear.
But gratitude reaches my heart,