I sit with my friends at the pub, it's cold out side here in England
Men surround us knee deep in alcohol and it's hard to tell if they even know where they are
I look at dezi and audrey trying to see any trace of them wanting to go home don't get me wrong I love to party
But I wanted to be at home right now in my bed
My boyfriend Matt of two years broke up with me yesterday to date my best friend Monica
I tried my hardest not to break down in front of him
I was hurt and instead of crying I was clutching the drink that sit in front of me , holding back the tears that threaten to spill
I look at the faces behind me and think they all must be here, not really wanting to be here
Finnaly I got up and waved my friends good bye because I couldn't take it anymore
I didn't want to let people see my tears, no matter how much I didn't care about what they think about me
Surprisingly my friends followed me
And we were all greeted by the freezing weather.
No matter how warm I dressed I never seem...