I stand and watch everyone passes by,
And I can't help wonder: When did I become the bad guy?
I don't seem to having anyone standing right beside me,
They always seem to be absentee.

Fake relationships are something even I can’t withstand,
I wonder which friendships were built on sand,
Or if any ones were built on stone,
Because somehow I was ripped from my throne.

People recommend that I change,
That I become less strange,
But I think I should be who I want to be,
All I want is people to accept me for me.

As I stand with an empty heart,
Wondering how much time we’ve spent apart,
Without you, I’m living in a world full of ashes,
Full of hatred and vindictive lashes.

All I need is one simple rose,
Before I begin to decompose,
And as I stand alone as the clock strikes midnight,
I begin to realize I’m not alright.

Oh! Is a simple rose too much to ask?
All I need is this one simple task.
Is it them? Or is it me?
The answer is one I’m too afraid to see.