Every Memory Means Agony

Sometimes I ask myself
As you walk right by
If I jumped out in front of you
And screamed your name
At the top of my lungs
Would you possibly take
Any notice at all?

Or would you just walk
Straight on past me
Acting all calm and collected?
As if those feelings I know you have
Come from hanging with friends
Cause everytime I call your name
You stare right through me

It's her, you walk past
Acting as if she's made of glass
You see her hurting
Think back to the days spend flirting
The days she saw behind the mask
But now you've put her very last
And she's giving up

I can't help but to wonder
Do you get sick of acting?
Acting like it doesn’t matter
Doesn’t matter how you feel
Cause I know people who are
And we know your acting
Constantly changing, changing who you are
A new image and personality to suit

It's her, you walk past
Acting as if she's made of glass
You see her hurting
Think back to the days spend flirting
The days she saw behind the mask
But now you've put her very last
And she's giving up

I can't help but to ask
What happened to the old you?
Why is it always put last?
Why can't you be true (to yourself)?
Or has it been so long
That you've forgotten
Who you really are?

It's her, you walk past
Acting as if she's made of glass
You see her hurting
Think back to the days spend flirting
The days she saw behind the mask
But now you've put her very last
And she's giving up