I wonder if people even know I'm here.
I wonder if they care.
I wonder if they will cry at my funeral.
I always thought getting burned to death was the worst.
I'm not even being burned.
I'm drowning.
Drowning in a sea of smoke.
I can't see, I know there's no hope for escape.
So, I give up.
I give up.
I wish I wasn't invisible.
I wish I could sing or dance.
I wish I wasn't dying.
I wish I wasn't drowning.
I'm sorry Rachel
I'm sorry I couldn't win Regionals for you.
I'm sorry I stood by and let them laugh at you.
I'm sorry I didn't fight harder for you.
I gave up on you.
Just like I'm giving up on myself.
There was a party tonight.
I wasn't invited personally.
It was just a glee club party.
Anybody could come.
But I've always been a nobody.
I wonder if they realize I'm not there.
I wonder if they realize I'm burning.
I've always been in the background.
One of those blend in football players.
No one has even noticed me enough to slushy me.
I wish people did.
Glee club could have helped me clean it off.
But here I am, in my house alone and burning.
I used to want to be able to turn invisible.
I would be able to get away with all kinds of things.
Now I don't want to be anything more than visible.
I'm sorry Glee Club.
I'm sorry I didn't fight for our Glee Club.
I'm sorry I didn't fight for myself.