I keep talking just to have no one hear me.
I sing to myself every night to try and heal these scars that will never heal.
I built a cast around my heart just to realize that it keeps slipping off, because no matter what I do, it will forever remain broken.
... But that's not good enough. ... So I build a wall, and just in case, ... a barricade to stop anyone who dare try's to brake in.
At school I sit, hide, and wait in the shadows until no ones there so I don't have to worry about being judged.
It all comes down to numbers, ... But why does that seem so true? ... It's because the world only works on picture perfect, and not weather your really worth it.
I'm running on low, ... I'm running on empty, because I haven't gotten any sleep, and I feel like a zombie.
... It's all a big popularity contest right now,
... I'm in the eighth grade.
People all around me, they don't care what I have to say, ... It's because I'm a ghost boy.
No one takes the time to know me,
... They only care about being popular, ... and not focused on anything else.
... just ask yourself one question,
... Are you worth it?
