You're another person becoming a blur in the halls
Just one of those girls i thought i knew
but was just lying to myself
you're becoming just a face to pass

Stooped at your locker
i think nothing of it
and without a sideways glance i walk right by
becoming just a face to pass

In the classroom you raise your hand to speak
i don't even look at you anymore
but only because i think it'll hurt worse than it does
just a face to pass

Even though you're now just a blur
your face still sicks out to me
and i'll stop to tell you some good news but i forget
just a face...pass

If the phone rings and its from your house
i won't answer it, because it might be you
but there is that tiny hope that it is, and to talk to me
just a face

the silence between us is unbearable
and completely awkward too
but i cannot and will not look at you
a face

i know i'm stubborn
but at least i'm trying to do my best
and maybe if we met halfway, no probably not
face

i know it will never happen
and i could kill whomever said there is no end in friendship
but look hard, there truly and sadly is

That's an interesting technique you used to write your poem, [you're becoming just a face to pass.] It slowly fades into the mass. I would think also, that your poem could be tuned if you fit "just a face," into the poem so that it flows grammatically along nearly unseen.