Look at how beautiful they are.
I wonder what they're thinking.
What secrets lie beneath? What lies they have told? What imperfections do they have?
Do they know their own beauty? Probably. They probably admire themselves above anyone else.
Did they just look back at me?
No, they don't care about you.
Yeah, probably; I mean, why would they?
I wonder what they're talking abou-wait a second, was that my name I heard?
No, they would never want to talk about a loser like you.
They're turning back to me! Maybe they want to talk to me, we could be friends! We-
"Can I borrow a pencil?"
We brushed hands, but I guess that's it.
But was that really it? They only wanted a pencil?
Well, I guess they didn't actually want to talk to me.
Afterall, why would they?
I'm a freak, a loser, somebody who no one cares about.
Why would someone so beautiful want to talk to me?