Verse 1:
I wasn't born there but it feels like it's home
Stranger in a land that doesn't see me as it's own
The stories I could tell, the places that I've been
The faces that I lost, I use my words just to be seen
She was born there, that land is her home
She plays with some dirt, in an alley on her own
Kneading it like bread, making shapes out of it
What's so fascinating to her, is something that I don't get
Maybe I'm not supposed to
Her innocence is present, I can't put that in my vocals
The pink dress that she was wearing had turned permanently grey
It'd never been washed, I thought she'd turn to me and say
What are you looking at? But she was so engrossed in the dirt
She was playing with it covered up her toes
I wonder if her mum would come and tell her to stop
Was her mummy unaware of where her daughter was
Or was she lost herself and maybe she had lost her health
And now the only family she has, was so fussed to help
I should've given money to her, how much does it cost to help
Just defied it as she was just a stranger and I stopped myself
And that's what I regret the most, I could've went to get her clothes
Before I thought to get involved
My cousin started talking slowly, took me inside
And before I turned around, she stopped and looked me in my eyes
Hook:
Like I hope that you remember me, we are not invisible
I hope that you remember me

Verse 2:
If she grew up in England, would her life be any different?
Would her dad be around or would he be too busy drinking
After a hard day's work, he hasn't got the time
To be a father to her, he thinks she's doing fine
And does he even care, she's born into a culture
That doesn't value women, would he rather have a son
Or does he see himself as someone good
Who let her live
He knew she was a girl inside a womb and she exists because he gave up a mission
How sick is that
She knows this cuz he told her
And now she's tryna pay him back
With no positive male to be her guiding light
All she's got is reality tv every single night
Always online, now it's more than her hobby
Posting pictures every few hours posting pictures of her body
Self worth determined by the amount of likes she gets
All she hears is hate from the voices inside her head
No one to tell her that she's beautiful
And to save herself from someone that is suitable
Who hasn't been her age, and felt like they're a loser too
I know I have and I know that time is brutal too
What I imagine seeing that 4yr old
In dirty clothes, playing in the street with a runny nose
I hope I'm wrong, and her life is filled with beauty
I close my eyes and I can see her face is looking to me
Hook:
Like I hope that you remember me, we are not invisible
We are not invisivble