What will it take
so that i can exist
do i have to take a knife
and just slit my wrists
will i have to change
who i am inside
to make you notice
the place where i hide
why can’t you see
the part i want you to know
who i really am
i guess it goes to show
people are so blind
when it’s so easy to see
what is on my mind
why won’t you notice
the hurt i endure
when you walk on by
and my heart you lure
maybe one day
it will be plain to see
but i will keep on waiting
for you to notice me
