That sense of dread,
When you are alone,
And that time when you don\'t fit in.
With your friends all gone,
And that pit in your stomach,
Of being alone once again.
You feel like the outcast,
The one behind the rest,
With no one to go to and trust.
You know that they\'ll come back,
But you have no idea when,
A month, a week, or even a day.
So just hunker down,
And wait for it to pass,
\'Cause there\'s nothing else to be done.