• Everyday she can feel everyone's eyes
    Their discreet glances
    Looking at her.
    She asks herself if they are just illusions
    Or if she's just paranoid
    But at the same time she doesn't want to know
    Because she's afraid to look back.

    I can't tell what she's thinking
    No one can
    But no one ever tries to.
    They're all caught up with their own problems
    Inside their own little bubbles
    All they do is compare her to themselves

    But when does anyone ever think
    "She must be sad"?
    When does anyone ever approach her
    And treat her as if
    She was like everyone else?

    "She's probably just another emo girl
    who cuts herself
    and has stupid problems
    that aren't such a big deal.
    I'm probably sadder than she is.
    Why should I approach her?
    She won't understand me."

    All of you keep thinking that
    Even though you aren't showing it
    But how would you know who she is?
    How would you know everything she does
    For others
    Even though she should help herself?

    ALL OF YOU
    have NO right
    to say
    "She won't understand"
    Because you're the ones
    who won't understand.

    I'm sick of all you
    Self-absorbed people
    Who think that you're sadder
    Than everyone else
    But when have you looked at her
    And thought
    "She's so sad"?!

    When have ANY OF YOU
    Looked at her
    And realized her smile
    Was bullshit
    Just because she wants to hide
    Her real self
    From people like you?

    If that girl over there
    Disappears one day,
    Secretly,
    Silently,
    "What a tragedy.."
    Is what you'll think
    But you won't realize
    That you were one of the people
    Who chose not to understand her

    ...Just because she seemed like every other emo person.

    It's sad
    Because no one will ever realize that themselves.
    No one will tell them either
    So you'll never know
    That perhaps,
    You actually murdered someone
    Blindly.

    So all of you
    Can go think about yourselves
    Your rights your wrongs
    But when all of you
    Treat yourselves as if you're the saddest person around
    And treat her like her problems don't compare at all
    And treat her like she's invisible
    One day she will be

    And deep down
    It will be
    all
    our
    fault
    And there will be
    no one
    else
    to blame.