I’m tired of wishing for change.
I can’t explain why me.
I can’t explain how it happened.
I’m tired of wishing.
Someone explain, why me.
I don’t want to be found.
I can’t change the past.
Can you see me?
Am I see through?
Can you see the real me.
A little girl plays outside.
She’s lying in the grass looking at the stars.
Star light star bright the first star I see tonight.
She closes her eyes and looks up.
If I might, if I may have this wish tonight.
She closes her eyes to make her wish.
I wish to be saved for no more pain.
Is what she says.
But her wish isn’t granted.
Every night she did this.
But every night it was the same.
She came home to yelling.
Then it was her fault.
She hides in a coroner.
When the blame turned to her.
What did she do?
Another night, filled with pain.
Now she’s a young adult.
But she can’t forget.
For every night her wish was unheard.
She sits in the back.
Covered in black from head to toe.
She’s a bit odd.
But can you see her?
Can you see the little girl she really is?
Can you see she was abused?
Can you see the little girl inside her?
Can you see while she laughs and smiles it’s not her.
She just is pretending so you won’t ask questions.
Can you see the little girl inside dying inside?
Can you see the real me?
Can you see the little girl?
Or am I invisible and unimportant?
Can you see the real me?
Can you see I haven’t died yet?
Do you know why I stay alive.
I’ve become more then what I should be.
This is why I stay alive,
Because I’m more then what they make of me.
Can you see the real me?