Beautiful Surroundings

Beauty sits in front of me,
Beauty sits behind me,
Beauty sits next to me,
But beauty doesn't sit with me.

Perfection sits in front of me,
Showing off her elegance,
As lovely flips her golden locks next to me.
I hear melody's laugh behind me,
Those wonderful notes making everyone join in.
And there I sit,
There is me, Sorrow.

And then there's him,
The boy everyone loves,
The boy everyone adores,
There goes handsome, with his flock of girls.

I stay alone, out of place as usual,
As beauty sits in front of me,
As beauty sits behind me,
As beauty sits next to me,
And as he sits far away.
Always, always, so far away.