A sad little girl, I sit down in my chair
I am rarely acknowledged, like I am not here
When I look around slowly, the world seems so dark
The faces stare blankly through my breaking heart.

And I know that I shouldn’t be so down on myself
But it’s hard when you feel like the dust on the shelf
They all play with each other, while I sit here alone
It’s hard not to cry when I just want to go home.

Now believe me I’ve tried, to forget I’m alive
And I write down my troubles hoping they will pass by
Hoping, wishing that some day that these days will end
But I know that they won’t unless I find a friend.