Sitting in the class, all lonely and clueless,
grieving over my face, all blotched with pimples;
cursing myself for not bringing my Dan Browne;
but then, Maria didn't tell me she wasn't going to come.
The battle of finances vs. expenses roaring in my head;
A trip to Pakistan, I'm so eager yet I dread.
Dressing up or dressing down : I always feel misfit;
deep down I know, its actually me teeth that don't let me lead.
Blood is denser than water, how can they say,
when they only want me married, come what may.
wasting time is not as painful as wasting my inner soulmate;
trying to understand the person that I truly hate.
I have gone numb, and tired of people watching;
almost coming to the point where coming to London, I'm regretting.
This might be the start of a bad swing,
I'm desperate of a high where I'm flying without wings.
Optimism dancing with my cynical side,
and I'm the one drowning without this divide.
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