by Marie Digby
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day eating alone
And though she smiles
There is something just 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 just wants to cry
She'll say...
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 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
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 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 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
And one day just the same as the last
Just the days spent in counting the time
Came a boy that sat under the bleachers
Just a little bit further behind...
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