Notice.

Look beyond the clothes, hair, and writing on my hands.
Look past all my rings and silly bands.
Look when I cry... tear drops pouring out of my eyes.
Listen to my sobs, I cry out.
My, oh, my.
Don't make assumtions because you don't know half the story.
You may know the story, if you give me a chance.
So let's be best buds and skip into the sunset...

Grab my hand.....

Let's start skipping......