after a day of faking smile in front of everybody
I turn my back towards the empty room.
Taking the corner seat in that crowded cafe
I stare directly to my screen.
Taking bus trips pointlessly
I only see those stupid things I did.
Can somebody offer me a hug right now?
I'm skipping songs in my player just because it brings up the memories
I'm seeking figures to scream at just to let out my rage
I'm crying alone in my room simply because...
I'm a girl after all.
I need a hug.