Look at me.

I'm going to pretend that today is a good day. Nothing is going wrong, and now I'm going to have loads of free time because the show has finished.

But at the same time...why did the optimism that I felt this morning vanished just because I know that I'll probably never going to talk to them again? And because I know that they won't miss me like I miss them right now. Ah well - I'm not the kind of person that leaves a lasting impression, or that people miss. They just see me as the girl who smiled at them once in a while, or who sat next to them and talked about nothing in particular. A nice girl - pleasant - but nothing much more than that.


"She
She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control

Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

She
She's figured out
All her doubts were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control

Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed

I'm taking heed just for you."