There's five of us.

Two and two and

...one.

I'm the only one that's alone.

Of course, we all have each other, but they really have each other.

At the end of the day, when we go home,

they'll go in their pairs,

laughing, hugging, chatting.

Siblings always have each other.

The other two, the lovers, of course, they'll go home and watch a movie, cuddling, the usual.

But me...

I'm an only child.

I don't have a lover to go home to.

Not that I don't have love, but you can't kiss and hug someone who's on the other side of the country.

Even at home, I'm often the only one.

My parents are still working.

It's far too quiet.

As long as life keeps me chained here,

I'll be an outcast.

But...

One day, I'll spread my wings

and

fly

away.