He wasn't supposed to know, wasn't supposed to find out
That he was what she was always crying about.
He said, "It really doesn't bother me, nothing has to end."
He said, "Things won't change and we can still be friends."
But the lies that he told were not as white as he had thought,
And he left her all alone with the darkness that she fought.
He never meant to hurt her, and it hadn't occurred,
Because no matter how much pain there was she never said a word.
At times, she finds that silence is more deafening than words.
She's screaming in her soul in octaves he has never heard.
He goes about his daily life, and just on a whim,
He says hello as he walks by, though she is nothing to him.
She smiles as he passes, but it's nothing more than a lie.
She's tired of living, but she doesn't want to die.
She goes about her daily life, and just on a whim,
She writes a little poem, and her mother calls it grim.
She lifts up onto the bus seat, and she closes her eyes.
The bus begins to roll as she silently cries.
She slips on her headphones and disappears into the sounds
Of a world in which his face is not the only one around.
Ehhhhh, not my favorite, but... accurate.