It's easy to forget what I'm doing here
Could twiddle my thumbs all I want but I won't disappear
I could close my eyes
Click my heels three times
And recite "there's no place like home"
But eventually
I have to open them again
And face reality
It's nothin like I imagined
It's not better
It's not worse
And some days it doesn't hurt
There's just me all by myself
Standing alone with no one else
And that may sound redundant but
It's exactly how I feel
Sticking out like a sore thumb
And none of this is real
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