• i sit here looking in the mirror
    and out of no were comes a tear
    and then i stop and wonder why
    wonder why i begin to cry
    what do people really see
    because i know they do not see me
    there vision is blurry with so much hate
    and they just cant see my own true fate
    will they ever ever care
    or will they always just stop and stare
    i fell so sad i fell like dirt
    and yet no one is here to share my hurt
    they dont know beautey and do you think they care
    they just stand there stareing at there hair
    but thats ok with you and me
    because were the ones who really see
    the tears we cry are not for us
    we cry because they cant see past the dust
    they cant see the love they cant see the care
    there much to worried about there expensive clothing and fancy hair