When they saw that girl,
With her head bowed down,
Nowhere near the clouds,
Did they wonder why,
She walked down those halls,
With her fists shoved in her pockets?
Did they question,
Her silence,
And cold poker-face?
Did they ponder why,
A young girl like her,
Never talked to anyone?
Did they care that she,
Choked back tears,
Because her life wasn't fair?
No.
They didn't wonder,
They didn't quesiton,
They didn't ponder,
Because they,
Just.
Don't.
Care.

Her inner beauty
Shone so brightly
And was seen by others
blind, she knew not her own worth

Tumbling out of bed after a long night out
(my head hurts)
after hanging out with friends at Beach *** Burts...
I put on my office face that morning like a pair of worn out shoes
I'm sad that day/I've got the blues
I let out a sigh
somehow managing to survive the 405
In my car I down my Starbucks
spilling it down my dress shirt
I'm mumbling to myself "***"...
I put a blazer on to cover it up
My boss cheerfully says "Good Morning"
inside my head all I hear is...
(Oh, please ...Shut the f-up!)
Wandering to my cubby I find my spot
pushing papers around all day
it's 5 o'clock n' my brain is shot...
(I should work out tonight)
Instead I find myself numbing up again
because the rat race seems like it will never end
(I need to write that book - I need to write that script)
I need a vacation...
I wanna check out - I wanna get ripped
All of this responsibility feels like such a burden
(I feel like Tyler Durden)
I've got car payments now/and rent to pay
(Do I have a choice...
Do I have a say?)
~Paradise has a price~
to live in the Golden State...
(I'm surviving)
I have to put food on my plate.