The little girl in class,
all the way in the back,
has her story
but they choose to ignore it.
Night and day are the same,
no one knows her name.
All she knows is
that they don’t even notice her.

Now, would anyone care
if she said she was scared?
Would anyone be there?
Would someone hold her close
when everything that she knows
falls apart again?

Am I not here? Can you not see me?
I’m reaching out, don’t let go.
So far away, so near. Can you not see me?
I beg of you, don’t let me go.

The little boy on the train
comes here everyday.
He is tired
but his family denies it.
Everyday it’s the same,
but he is trying in vain.
Everyday he’s
unsure if he’ll make it.

Now, would anyone care
if he said he was scared?
Would anyone be there?
Would someone hold him close
when everything that he knows
falls apart again?

Am I not here? Can you not see me?
I’m reaching out, don’t let go.
So far away, so near. Can you not see me?
I beg of you, don’t let me go.

Don’t let go,
There’s no way I can make it on my own.
Say something, let me know I’m getting through to you.
Can you even hear me?

I’m right here, why can’t you see me?
I’m slipping away, don’t let go.
So far away. Why can’t you see me?
I beg of you, don’t let me go.

I’m right here, can you not see me?
Why can’t you see me?
Why can’t you see me?