My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man. But I won't lose no sleep on that, 'Cause I've got a plan. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw you face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. Yeah, she caught my eye, As we walked on by. She could see from my face that I was, Fucking high, And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last till the end. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw you face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. There must be an angel with a smile on her face, When she thought up that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you. So can everyone stop being happy for five minutes? Can people stop laughing and hugging and cuddling people? Can you just stop for five minutes of reminding me just how desperately lonely I really am? I know I'm not deserving of anything, I know this, I swear half the world knows. But even though I'm not deserving of it, do you have to shove it in my face? Do you have to contstantly remind me of my past mistakes? I'm not asking for long, I'm just asking for a few moments to feel important in my own little way. I should just stop paying attention. I should let myself be filled with indifference. But it won't come again. I'm tired of being the one in the back, the one that no ones sits besides for longer then 10 minutes. Just leave me alone if you aren't going to care in ten minutes. Don't get my hopes up. Don't bring me out of my shell for longer then 5 minutes and then dash it away. Just leave me alone. Don't tell me the happy stories. Don't tell me the long tales of love and fullfillment. Don't tell me what's so right about the world. I won't see it. And it hurts too much. Don't tell me you love me. I'm tired of being the friend. I want the person that wakes up thinking about me. I don't want to be the one you discuss your loves and lives with anymore. Keep that to yourself, find another friend that is better, that is more patient and willing to listen. Because I can't anymore. I can't listen to you tell me how great I am, but watch you walk off with someone else. Go back to telling me how mean I am, tell me how rude and blunt I am. I can live with that. I can live up to those things. But I can't live up to great, expecially when no one wants to share it with me. So stop. Just for five minutes. That's all I ask.