The Girl In the Back

you never spoke to her that girl you never cared to know her name so you labeled her you called her lame but you don't know anything you see her cry you laugh not like you'll ever feel the same you see her cuts you see her scarred body you think its for attention just some stupid hobby but only if you could really know or understand you would feel a little sorrow maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but if you knew of every tear every betrayal every scream every "no" every "i cant do this" every moan in pain every cry then you'll know WHY