You

You walk around the hallway and run a hand through your hair

You throw your head back, laughing, and you do not care

You follow your own decisions without any pretenses

You are confident as a dog jumping over the fences

You give them your signature smile and they follow your every will

You tell them what to do and they move a hill

But at the end of the day, when everybody goes home

You sit on the couch just by the phone

And nobody rings.

Throughout the lonely night,

Before the clouds again turn white

You repair your wings.

Maybe it sucks to be "YOU"