TW: complaint

I'm writing this pathetic little song
About how much I hate being alone.
It's not a tune that will last very long.
It's mostly just me staring at my phone.
I thought that sunset meant fun times would start.
I spent the whole day lying on my bed,
Anticipation rising in my heart,
Some indistinct plan floating through my head,
But nothing came of all my falt'ring dreams.
It turns out no one wants to hang with me.
They're busy with whatever else. It seems
I'll spend the night with vids and VLC.
I'd like to shake this off with a good cry
But I'm too dead inside to even try.