The Blind Society
As I stand in this crowded room,
I see all but none see me.
I look upon unknowing faces,
Miserable I'll always be.
I want to be noticed,
I'm hungry for attention.
I just want to be seen,
Or to find love, not to mention.
But I stand in this crowded room,
Tears are still wet on my face.
Soon I'll be gone forever,
Without leaving a trace.
But even if I left a trail of my own blood.
It wouldn't matter because no one cares.
It wouldn't even matter only because,
In their eyes I was never truly there.
But even though I'm on the brink,
Of just giving up and letting go.
I wonder what if I do get noticed,
And I'm tempted to stay, I want to know.
So I stand in this crowded room,
As the years just pass on.
I'll never be noticed I know now,
And as night turns to dawn.
I have taken my leave finally,
The crowd just murmers on and on.
The sun peeks over a distant hill,
Not a thing has changed since I'm gone.
But one young man looks up,
And says with a small sigh.
She never knew I did see her,
I didn't get to say goodbye.
So he stands in this crowded room,
Waiting for her return, but he didn't see.
She had left a trail of her own blood,
But he is just as clueless as she.
None can see you, and none can see me,
For this, is The Blind Society.
