Sitting alone at lunch is…different.

Maybe I’m sitting at a lunch table,

And people are just taking a while.

At least I know they’ll be back.

Maybe I’m sitting at a lunch table,

But they leave to sit in a classroom,

With a teacher I don’t know much about.

Then I’m alone…

Maybe with one other person,

But I’m alone.

Maybe I’m sitting at a lunch table,

With two people who used to talk to me.

But now only one does,

And the other eyes me.

So it’s silent.

That’s when I’m truly alone.

Sitting alone,

Makes you hope someone will come over

Makes you hope maybe someone will care

But that hope is false hope and it lingers in the air.

Sitting alone

Is nice

But hurts

Because now I know I’m not wanted that much

But I’m nice

How is that not enough?