The Loneliest Color

I walk the streets

Lily is the first face I see
She's holding hands with Billy

I wave

Little Molly skips by
She's always got her Dolly

I smile

Simon's in his living room
He's practicing his Violin

I listen

I walk and think

I stop and realize

What I wouldn't give

To be Billy's Lily
To be Molly's Dolly
To be Simon's Violin

But I can't


I'm Orange