Sitting with the crowd,

But not part of it. 

Words are heard

Stories shared

Do they care? 

Do they care?

She hears them speak,

Yet not to she.

She hears them speak,

Yet not to she.

Lurks in the shadows,

A fly on the wall.

She is a Wallflower growing big and tall.

Do they care?

Do they care?

Do they even care to hear the stories

The lies and the worries

Of the wallflower

Big and tall?

But the sun does not shine on the
wallflower,  

Like demon weeds the flower
shrinks and decays

And like most days,

Words are heard

Stories shared

Do they care?

Do they care?

She hears them speak,

Yet not to she.