I think about those who left, friends no longer able to see me.
The real me lost in the fog of chronic illness. All they could feel was pity, all they could do was judge. I was still me. I just got ill. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t cause it, I can’t cure it.
I didn’t change. My health changed. Your opinion of me changed. My opinion of you remained the same until you walked away.
I’m right over here, why can’t you see me?
Calum Scott “Dancing on my own”
I keep dancing on my own
And oh, nah
Said I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh no
And I’m right over here, why can’t you see me? Oh no
And I’m giving it my all
But I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh
And I keep dancing on my own