The Girl Who's Always Alone

She's the girl who you always see sitting alone.
She doesn't want to seem like a loner so she plays on her phone.
Looks up here and there to see the popular people sitting on their throne.
Puts the jack in to listen to music and puts on her headphones.
She turns to her left and there's a drug deal going on for methadone.
The consumer's friend says it's something he won't be able to control.
He has a good friend, he's telling him like it is as if he were looking through a telescope.
Through the doors that go outside She can see a group smoking dope.
A table in the cafeteria is mourning their friend who last night tied the rope.
What happened to them? It seems like these halls eat everyone at some point and there's no hope.
Seems like yesterday everyone was happy and we would play with a skipping rope,
But in reality, that was ages ago.
Now the common thing is for people to overdose.
Nobody knows who's going to wake up tomorrow.
People are copying others and following their shadow,
but that girl who sits alone.
You can still see her innocence glow.
She hasn't given in to the school's black hole.
Yet she goes unnoticed and unknown.
Lost in her head where she constantly goes.
Nobody cares and nobody knows.
She knows secrets about people that they keep close.
She's the girl that's always alone.