I'm walking alone
on the ice-covered streets,
I look inside a window,
as a happy family eats.

I'm always left out,
always denied,
always forgotten,
and never given the chance
to wipe away the tears i've cried.

I've forgotten what love feels like,
I've forgotten how to smile,
I wish I could laugh again,
and dismiss what I've been thinking all the while.

I'm so tired of being
The one who's always last,
the quiet one in the corner,
with the hideous past.