Chapter 1 - Whats it like to be seen?
Submitted September 15, 2008 Updated September 15, 2008 Status Complete | I song i wrote when i felt ignored last year. i found it wile cleaning my room. i think it was an attempt at Rap or one of those song/poems i make sometimes.
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Chapter 1 - Whats it like to be seen?
Chapter 1 - Whats it like to be seen?
I’ve got a question to ask.
More like a statement, to anyone who’s been ignored.
Just tell me…
Why dose nobody care, why are we the ignored?
Why is it that when nothing goes right, we are the ones to blame?
When we were the ones who did our best. It always seems like we get the short end of the very long stick.
Well they don’t understand they don’t even try to reprehend.
So what is the point in trying if they’re deaf?
Try to speak out…
But they don’t hear
because they closed their own ears.
I try my best; I take what’s left,
And try to make something of it
But they don’t see how I bleed at night, or when I’m all alone
So tell me what it’s like…
Not to be ignored.
Why don’t people see me?
Is there something wrong; am I not right, why am I always bleeding?
Is there somethin’ they hate about us?
Or is it really just me?
Cus man I try so damn hard,
I’m sick of being ignored.
Well they don’t know what it’s like, to cry in the twilight, when nothing feels Wright, and we’re lonely.
Try to speak out, try to speak up,
But they wont listen to us,
What is wrong? Are they fracked up, or is it just us?
Cus I try so, I get so loud, but they ignore my every word.
And I know they can hear me…
Why am I not seen?
No one ever seems to care, they don’t listen, they don’t share. And I know it’s not just me, it seems like none of us are there.
I watch and wait in this silence,
Of there consistent defiance
Come on, I’ve been screaming, why wont they face me?
To be the ignored, like we’re not there,
To shut down in mid air.
Try to speak out…
But they don’t hear
because they closed their own ears.
I try my best; I take what’s left, and try to make something of it.
So tell me what it’s like…
To be seen…
To be seen…
To be seen…
More like a statement, to anyone who’s been ignored.
Just tell me…
Why dose nobody care, why are we the ignored?
Why is it that when nothing goes right, we are the ones to blame?
When we were the ones who did our best. It always seems like we get the short end of the very long stick.
Well they don’t understand they don’t even try to reprehend.
So what is the point in trying if they’re deaf?
Try to speak out…
But they don’t hear
because they closed their own ears.
I try my best; I take what’s left,
And try to make something of it
But they don’t see how I bleed at night, or when I’m all alone
So tell me what it’s like…
Not to be ignored.
Why don’t people see me?
Is there something wrong; am I not right, why am I always bleeding?
Is there somethin’ they hate about us?
Or is it really just me?
Cus man I try so damn hard,
I’m sick of being ignored.
Well they don’t know what it’s like, to cry in the twilight, when nothing feels Wright, and we’re lonely.
Try to speak out, try to speak up,
But they wont listen to us,
What is wrong? Are they fracked up, or is it just us?
Cus I try so, I get so loud, but they ignore my every word.
And I know they can hear me…
Why am I not seen?
No one ever seems to care, they don’t listen, they don’t share. And I know it’s not just me, it seems like none of us are there.
I watch and wait in this silence,
Of there consistent defiance
Come on, I’ve been screaming, why wont they face me?
To be the ignored, like we’re not there,
To shut down in mid air.
Try to speak out…
But they don’t hear
because they closed their own ears.
I try my best; I take what’s left, and try to make something of it.
So tell me what it’s like…
To be seen…
To be seen…
To be seen…
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