Zoned

She's in the zone,
left me all alone,
Didn't know quite what to do,
like a person without a home.
Contemplated suicide,
end this life with little pride.
But what would that have shown?
She would have never known?
I was never a real friend,
so why moan?
But what to do with all this pain?
Don't need to be another Kurt Cobain.
Or like Jimi,
Hear My Train Coming.
So I sit here alone bumming.
Crying in my beer,
But I don't drink at all out of fear.
It's just another mask to hide
the tears I've cried.
So I turned my emotions into words,
wrote it all out no matter how absurd.
and I sit here in perpetual emotion.
No use looking for some magic potion.
But it may as well be the end,
cause I was thrown away by my closest friend.
She knew and did it anyway,
It made me say things I normally wouldn't ever say.
But I've always been a no one,
thrown away when there's something more fun.
Fun, money, fame, more important than a friend.
That's the message that you send.
And I'm back to the deep.
While you're still crying yourself to sleep.
Sitting alone like before.
No one knocking on my door.
Waiting to be used some more.
That's all I was ever good for.