Back to the empty blonde and brunette heads of the popular girls and boys
Back to the continuous chatter of students and the prolonged instructions of teachers
Yesterday I woke up and wished that I was dead
But today when I woke up I heard voices in my head
The nights are getting longer, the days are getting shorter
I wish I wasn't alive, yeah, I wish I ain't your daughter
I've become a memory
I've gone unnoticed
As if I'm invisible
They always say, "It's only one bad day"
But what if it's been more than one day?
What if it's been two bad days?
Or four bad days?
Surrounded by a couple thousand people, and I still feel utterly alone
As if I could scream my heart out to them all, and they wouldn't even notice I was there
It's such a helpless feeling, as if I were an infant
But the even worse feeling was
Why would someone do such a thing
Why would someone feel that way