Fakebook


Facebook loves my heartache,
When I'm sad it fills my homepage.
Every day I log onto a thousand friends,
A few scrolls down then I see a shiny Benz.

A happy girl and her new car,
Makes me wonder why I'm not up to par.
Our lives aren't meant to be compared,
But my major is still undeclared.

A happy girl and a few hundred likes,
Makes me wonder why I'm never in the spotlight.
Our lives aren't meant to be compared,
But sometimes I wish more people cared.

A sad girl and her broken heart,
Makes me wonder why I fell apart.
Our lives aren't meant to be compared,
But that doesn't keep me from being scared.

A sad girl and not a single like,
Makes me wonder why she's never in the spotlight.
Our lives aren't meant to be compared,
But now I'm too far gone to be repaired.

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