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I sit here on the sideline

In my homecoming gown

And watch my friends

And their boyfriends dance

A slow song is playing

And I wonder

I think HARD

Past those surface thoughts

My knees start shaking

My hands are numb as I

Reach up and touch my cheek

I'm crying again

But still I sit here

And watch those people dance

Like figurines in a music box

Who wants to dance with me anyway?

I think to myself

I stare at the ring on my finger

And wonder why I'm not dancing

Wonder why I'm not with my friends

Out on the dancefloor

I wonder why I'm even here

Come to think of it

Who wants to dance with me?

I look around and wonder

I turned down 6 guys

And STILL I want to dance

I guess I deserve this, then

I see their eager smiles

They knew I was coming alone

I tear my eyes from them in disgust

My hands are shaking now

I'm so cold...

My body temperature must be dropping

Must be the dress...

I kiss the ring on my finger

And look at the magenta glass reflection

Cut with different angles; different views

But each one shows me the same thing

I'm alone

My homecoming sucked this year

Because you weren't there with me