We are all blind to the future,
But we all think we know...

I am the girl
You saw walking down the hallway...

You see my body,
And think how long I had sat there...

Whenever
New eyes come to see...

They say those things
So often...

Maybe the happy ending
Comes after the end...

I hear you
Complain...

You didn't think anything before
Smiling...

It's my fault I'm like this
Always depressed...

I am sick of this life
I am sick of you...

Did it ever happen
Or was it all in my mind...

Every single day
I just sit here...