Invisible

Once upon a time
A little girl tried to find her place
She was so smart
But figured out she was so naive.

She didn't have any friends
And she acted like it was ok
"Look, the unfit is passing by"
But deep inside
She just wanted to cry
And she said...

Try to take a look at the mood of the unfit girl
If you just tried...
Maybe you could tell me what's so wrong
With my life
Try to take a risk talking to miss invisible
She feels so lonely right now
Because no one cares
Bout how is she doing right now...
Try to be the person who can talk to someone so little
Too miserable, and maybe even...
Invisible.

She sits under the table, where no one can see her
Or make fun of the sandwich she brought from home
Only cause she wore jeans when it wasn't fashion
Before bullying existed, when she felt just like a girl with no passion.

Her backpack is not pink, and definitely not expensive
It's kind of cheap, but her mom bought with her heart
And that's all she cares about
When she finds it in the trash
Because someone threw it there.
And she said...

Try to see the heart of miss know it all
If you just tried...
Before calling her a waste of time
Maybe then you'd see
How much honesty she used to have
Try to know the story of the girl in the bubble
Before throwing her notebook on a puddle
Maybe then you'd know
How much that meant to her
Before you ruined it up
Try to be the person who can talk to someone so little
Too miserable, and maybe even...
Invisible.

She was a dreamer before you let her down
She's been crying on the bathroom for 45 minutes
And nobody misses her till now
And she didn't tell anyone she was there
Because no one would really care.

Cause she is and will always be
Doesn't matter how hard she's tried
She will always be the one left on a side
She was a dreamer, but now she's nothing
She's lost her faith, she's so imperfect
She's a useless piece on the world's machine
A broken toy that nobody wants to fix.

That notebook had all of her poems
Everything that she've ever felt
And this one was the only one
That managed to last
She wrote this song on a broom closet
In the first time she asked herself if she was worth it
There are tears all over the page
So salt for someone so young, they fell down her face
There was a deep pain inside her eyes
But no one saw, because there was no person by her side.
Cause no one wants to talk to someone so little
Too miserable, and now sure...
Invisible.