It’s like I don’t even exist, or at least that’s how I feel
Can anybody hear me? Do they know that I’m here?
Probably not, I’m fully dressed & I usually don’t make a lot of noise
Which doesn’t really resonate well with any of the boys
The girls are all fighting each other for the spotlight
Too consumed in their own attempts to be Ms right.
I stayed in my own lane to avoid those troubles,
But somehow trouble found me.. life’s troubles I mean.
I was taught, very few could be trusted
So I boxed myself into a corner, where I felt protected
Until it got cold & lonely; suffocated by my shelter
No one can see in me here, they can't hear my cries
But I’m here & I promise I’m alive.
Can you hear me?
