Me, You, Her... we're small.

She comes, She goes
She doesn't have a worry so.

The people watching let out an inward sigh,
Why does she let her life pass her by?

They don't talk to her, don't even take a second glance,
At her tears she tries so hard to hide
Oh, how delightfully they dance in the shimmery light
Despite her pain and fears.

No one knows the way she feels,
Her struggles deep inside,
The torture in which she reels
And how she sleeps in fright.

Sometimes, people are nice,
they throw a glance or smile her way.

Most times they stare
And she wonders if it's because of her ware.

Her vulnerability and sensitivity is a mystery
To you and me.

But we don't care enough
So we snigger and act tough.

But at the end of it all,
both you and I and yes, her, we're all so small.

Ha, so, so small.