If you would come a little closer, you could see more
clearly. It seems to you that she's laughing with them. They
are all sitting together in the bus stop. Telling stories,
laughing and pretending to be a real group of friends. Come
a little closer, you can see they all think that they are
friends. Real friends. Come closer. Look at her, she knows.
She woke up. She can see that they're all fake. Everything
is fake. They are her fake friends. She gives them fake
smiles, fake words, but she knows. She can't do anything
about it. So she keeps on with the games. Come closer. You
can see that she's tired. Tired of pretending, tired of
faking. She wants to reach real happiness, not fake. She has
no power, no strength. The buss came. They were laughing all
the way home. When she got home, suddenly they didn't care,
didn't call. They couldn't care less about what's happening
with her besides when she's in school. That's why she knows
that they are fake friends.
Everyone thinks she's this happy, popular girl. So tell me,
if she's a happy girl, why is she crying at home? Why is she
feeling lonely? Why is she tired of living?...
See? I told you so. You don't really know her. You look at
her, but now you know: it's all an act. You know how she
really feels.
Don't tell her, don't talk to her - she's better off alone.