I'm not welcome there any more.
It's been months since he left,
And I'm still here, untouched.
I don't have fancy friends or places to go when I want,
I don't have the brains or a body that I can flaunt.
I don't say I don't want attention,
I just want a hand to hold,
But how to find it is the contention,
When all the hands are cold.
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