I hope I’m not asking for much I’m in the school band My trumpet is loud, But his is louder. And soon I am obsolete, You cannot see me. I sit in the third row When it’s time for lunch The third row is an empty one All except for me Although, that still counts as empty. We’ve bumped into each other In the school halls But you don’t know my face For in the yearbook I am “Miss Irrelevant” And my quote never existed If I stayed out ill for a week Would anyone notice? Where is Suzi from third period? Would they feel regret? No, If I stayed out ill for a month Things would run the same No one would notice, they didn’t before I’m Miss Irrelevant With no social role Nor academic And Miss Irrelevant is staying home tomorrow, She’s too ill to arrive.
Though I am the flyer, the one who’s in the lead You still don’t notice that it’s even me But once I miss the mat and fall onto the floor When the blood gushes out and the doctors rush in Will you feel remorse with this unsightly gore? For a moment, one split second The world goes breathless, basks in my glory Now my heart needs time to mend Treat me well, that is the moral of the story the meaning is delete self dont do that pls
