Here's a story of a girl,
 Living in the lonely world,
 A hidden note, A secret crush,
 A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
 And when you smile I check you out,
 But you don't even know my name,
 You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
 If you lose your way,
 I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
 If I change my clothes,
 Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
 If I say hello,
 Will you notice me?


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Lyrics of the song "Notice Me" by Zetta Bytes

Wednesday, January 13, 2010
4:34 AM

As I sit down to pen my feelings,
the hand trembles.......
the pen refuses to budge,
like an obstinate child sitting in front of a toy shop

 friends are those walls,
on which u can lean in troublesome situations,
and sometimes its just enough to know they are there.....
waiting for balloons to be stuck on them
waiting for those lovely crapes to drape them,
as we celebrate our victories....


 they double our ecstasies,
cut our sorrows into pieces, ,
without complaining, , , , , , ,
without saying NO
without saying 'can we talk some time later? ''

 i might sound like an emotional fool,
when i say I've been stabbed by a fend,
and i am still living
that's the irony of it, , , , , ,

a frnd whom i genuinely cared for, ,
a frnd i idolized,
shattered the utopia i was living in, , , ,
brutally, , , , , ,
savagely, , , , , , ,
murdered my 'always there for u ' stance
in cold blood, , , , , , , , , , ,

guess, i expected too much,
guess i wanted to see me in him.
but he had other preferences,
'contemplating suicide' for one,
'telling people i am broke' for another, , ,


life`s been extraordinarily sweet,
teachin me to throw this word called trust in the dustbin, , ,
teachin me that u need not necessarily be 18
before you're stabbed, , , , , , , , , ,

for the moment, i guess,
i'd let my heart bleed, ,
it has to pay, ,
pay for harboring feelings which are not reciprocated, ,

it has to bleed, ,
for expecting too much, too early in life, , , , , ,

Will you ever notice me...