Popular
I walk in the doors greeted by the paras
i go to the locker room to drop my bag off
i come to the commons to see my friends
we talk but then you came
the one who is so popular
that everyone wants to hang around
while everyone ran towards you
i stood alone
i want to be popular like you
i want to have a boyfriend
I want to be loved by everyone
but your you and I’m me
ill never be popular
I stood alone
i see someone walking towards me
Hey they say
hey I say back
we talk for a while
They aren’t popular either
i think this is the start of something new
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