The lonely boy is lonesome, no doubt
That should be rather obvious, to a fault
The lonely boy is lonesome, but in exactly what way?
Is he just really lonely? Or does he push people away?
The lonely boy watches while the people walk along
With their fancy little dresses, on their way to a prom
He longs for it and envies them, for he will always know
That no one will ever love him. At least, not enough to show
The lonely boy is lonesome, and though he wishes it weren’t so
He just can’t help but love it, pushing people about
To push them in and away, an endless game to play
Forever ruining the life he just longs for himself.
The lonely boy cries while the people walk along
With their judgy little thoughts, on their way to and from
He does not care for it and hates them, for he will always know
That no matter how many people say no, he’ll always be alone