i stare out window thinking does someone cares does someone know i exist do people care about me or what i do i just sit here staring into space worndering why would someone care about me im just one person why would they ever care about a girl that never speaks her mind and hides herself from the pain of life i try to live but i cant i try to talk but they never listen i try to be me but they dont see all the things that is me and they never know through all the stuff i know they dont care and never look or dont want to know me for me
