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there's a girl who sits under the bleachers. Just another day eating alone. And though she smiles, there is something she’s hiding. And she can’t find a way to relate. She just goes unnoticed as the crowd passes by. And she’ll pretend to be busy, when inside she wants to cry. She’ll say… take a 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 another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible. Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day when you’ll ask her name. in the beginning, in the first weeks of class. She did everything to try and fit in. but the others, they couldn’t seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface. And she would close her eyes when they laughed and she feel down the stairs. And the more they joked. And the more that they screamed. She retreated to where she is now. And she’ll sing… take a look at the life of Miss Always Invisible. Look a little closer, I really, really want you to put yourself in her shoes. Take a 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. and one day, just the same as the last. Just the days spent in counting the time. Came a boy who sat under the bleachers just a little further behind.