She saw her rosey figure, looking back
through the reflective glass.
Five small fingers waving.
And no one else.

She walks through the crowd.
In her prettiest sundress.
And her hair freshly brushed.
For no one to see.

And when she cries.
Sitting on her bed in the crinkled sheets.
Who will see?

Every small tear that falls, whispers
"notice me"

The girl in the mirror wipes away her tear,
That's alright, dear
I'm still here.