Proof

Sitting in traffic
Staring into space
Wondering where I'm at
Thinking it's all a waste

Light turns green
I don't want to move
Just want to be seen
Just want some proof

That I'm alive
That I exist
That I'm real
That I cry

See you not seeing me
Hear you not listening to me
Want to grab you by your hair
Just to show you I'm there

That I'm alive
That I exist
That I'm real
That I cry

Feel so tired