But I don't do anything about it.
My other friends tell him off,
But I tell them it doesn't really matter.
But it obviously does matter.
And it's breaking me,
But I don't do anything.
I'm like a wisp of smoke,
Going unoticed and going where I want.
But not doing anything.
And my friends defend me (the wisp of smoke)
But it's a lost cause and I don't know why.
I just know it is.
If life was a page I could write everything right and make it all the way I want it to be.
But that world would be so off from reality that no one would want to live there.
So instead I sit at this computer,
Making all you people listen to my drama.
But it feels good, so please deal with it.