While she's moving on, on the train of opportunities,
I'm left behind.
I can't move on.
I watch the world pass by me in a blurry tick-tock, tick-tock.
I'm too invisible to be seen, and nobody stops for me.
They move by with a glare at me in their eyes that could freeze hell.
The snowflakes that fall roam around me.
I am a deep dark fire pit.
The crackling wood defines the sparks that I feel when I'm near him.
I am a dangerous creature.
Tell me lies and I'll feed on them.
"Stay away from this lost girl," They say.
And they're staring at me.