miss invisible

Have been laid behind from internet for about 2 weeks, working at midvalley...the 2 weeks was a boring routine - Eating-Working-Sleeping. The EWS was a cycle, repeating. I hate that kind of life, thanks god it only last for 12days.

I find myself was a weird element there, it was almost impossible for me to mix well with the others. I was insoluble in the solution. There might be 2 causes, I have repelled myself from the group; or i have been repelled by the group. Well, the might be other insignificant causes...

I learn to enjoy to be the miss invisible. eating alone, walking alone, hiding in the corner...though smiling, there is something concealed, something to hide. Insignificant element, make no difference with the presence.

There's a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day eating alone
And though she smiles
There is something just hiding
And she cant find a way to relate
She just goes unnoticed
As the crowd passes by
And she'll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry
She'll say...

Chorus

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
When you'll ask her her name

The begining, in the first weeks of class
She did everything to try and fit in
But the others they couldnt seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface
And she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs
And the more that they joked
And the more that they screamed
She retreated to where she is now
And she'll sing...

Chorus

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day that you will ask her...her name

And one day just the same as the last
Just the days been in counting the time
Came a boy that sat under the bleachers just a little bit further behind...

The more days i live, the more i feel i do not belong to anywhere i stay. How i wish i could step out from my comfort zone and take a wider look outside...