Then when you get up the courage to leave you know that my heart breaks and I wonder what is so wrong with me, now. Why do I hate these feelings, why do I hate the way I act. Why do I hate myself so much? I used to be so content with what I brought to the table, now I'm ashamed and abused, left out in the cold. Isolated and alone.
Oh well... goodnight ya'll... (oh yeah, that was fun for awhile, then you got fed up, and I got tired of not dancing and then we went home... and didn't say a word as we fell asleep. I still promise to go to your game tomorrow... as soon as I "sleep this off".)