I plan to be dramatic today they should all know I'm alive,
This feeling of being ignored and forgotten is paining me in the side,
Sometime I wish I had the guts to tell them all goodbye,
But whether or not I'd even do it is still to be decided,
They talk they whisper they point and laugh they do what they do best,
What makes them cool and acceptable hasn't let them down yet,
One day they'll see their wicked ways and fill thier hearts with regret,
To point so nobody points at you is pointless like I said,
I'm going to be dramatic today they should know I'm alive,
I have nothing to prove and nothing to loose and nothing bottled up inside.