She sits on the hill and watches the world

She sees all the pain and hears them complain

They care about books, about gun-toting crooks

But no one can see

The girl on the hill

She sees all their memes, they give trolls voice

And it all drags her down, ‘cause it’s nothing but moans

And they always complain about the mundane

But no one takes note

Of the girl on the hill

It’s like she’s unseen, her voice is on mute

So sad it’s just she, that sees what they don’t

They’re vicious and mean, remotely obscene

But no one respects

The girl on the hill

The lie and they cheat and think it’s okay

No need to look themselves in the face

They’re in love with themselves and think they’re so perfect

But who’s going to love

The girl on the hill

The girl sees it all, and it makes her so sad

She knows they know better and always have had

But they’d rather throw stones then face the bald truth

So no one will listen

To the girl on the hill

The knowledge is there, the kindness, compassion

It’s there in the sun, the Earth and the soul

It’s there if they choose, but they turn a blind eye, and a deaf ear

And all of them blame

The girl on the hill