by Lilly Barnes It's the local coffee shop, The one with the bell on the front door. You used to go there with your friends, Now you sit alone To watch. Watch the people who's lives don’t revolve around you. Isn't it weird to be a spectator?
The girl who used to come here every day with her boyfriend sits alone. Well hidden tears fall into her coffee cup. The barista has a new tattoo, It's a rose on her wrist. The group of giggling girls that was once five is now six, The new girl has the brightest smile you've ever seen.
You listen, Funny how conversations that aren't yours always seem more real. The businesswoman's daughter has a play today, apparently she has her own solo. The man with the nice suits-- His wife has cancer.
Everyone lives their own lives, You're just an outsider gazing in.