What are you? blind?

All she wanted was somebody to care.
Someone to hear what she has said.
Oh but how life can ne unfair.
No she sits there alone.
With her voice being, being drowned out by the croud.
No one hears her, so.
So she takes the photos of the shelf.
Goes threw the faces, Trys.
Trys to remember all the names.
Of those that would listen.
Now she cries, what could she do?

She can't see.
And there is nothing blinding her.
She could be.
The one you would hope for.
Before it all fucks up.

With no where to go.
No one cares, for her voice is unheard.
She gets down low.


She can't see.
And there is nothing blinding her.
She could be.
The one you would hope for.
Before it all fucks up.

She changes clothes.
Becoming something new.
Away she goes.
Count her cigarettes,
Darken herself.
Now she doesn't listen anymore.

She can't see.
And there is nothing blinding her.
She could be.
The one you would hope for.
Before it all fucks up.

She knows who she is,
and she gets heard.
She is changing her name.
To something new.
So that you wouldn't have a clue.
You will hear her speak.
I know who she is.
You don't know this.

But she is standing right infront of you.




What do you think?
I think it's abit werid.

i see you wrote more! i dont like it as much as the other one...but its still ok.

x:MaDi:

i see you wrote more! i dont like it as much as the other one...but its still ok.

So it's not good? *cries* I like this one better than the other