Standing alone, waiting to be found
Amidst all the happy faces around

They seem to be filled with joy
They seem to be free
It makes me wonder
Is there something wrong with me?

They capture their life
In the pink and yellow apps
They call them stories
They call them snaps

And so I try to blend in
I try to be loud
Because there's the thought
That I'm missing out

Some say I'm boring
Some say I'm too...