You might not remember me.
The lonely girl in the back.
Or probably you knew me as the crier.
Yeah that was me.
I was the one crying silent tears.
You used to make fun of me.
Oh you say you don’t remember?
Probably you know me under the label “Emo”
Still doesn’t ring a bell?
Well I remember you.
You were the one who pushed me buttons.
You made me cry with sharp edged words.
I used to be your friend in middle school.
Funny how high school changes friends.
Not only did you forget me,
You forgot who you once were.
