First day of school, timid and shy
A snicker, a smirk as they pass her by
They point and they stare as she walks down the hall
But nobody talks to the shygirl at all
She slides in her seat and the teacher comes in
Swooping and swaying from her mid-morning gin
The register's called, someone's calling her name
They're acting as if it is only a game
The bucket of water they balanced on the door
The way that they kicked her and threw her to the floor
The shygirl remembers why her life is hell
With beatings from home and from school girls as well
The mud that they put in her shoes and her socks
The stones that they pelted her with; later, the rocks
The shygirl still has all the scars that they gave
She often walks home all alone in a daze
Her head is not right, she can't focus straight
And kickings have altered and hindered her gait
The velvety blackness - it draws ever near
The shygirl embraces it, all becomes clear
All of the pain of the years put behind
And shygirl she finally makes up her mind
No longer shygirl, no longer meek
No more of this suffering week by wretched week
Never again will they kick her frail shins
She's ever so fragile, sways in the wind
The shygirl she vows not to succumb to them
And turning she heads back the way she came
There is the father, the culprit of most
of the scars on her body, oh how he would boast
The shygirl will no longer be his plaything
She's confident now, and the shygirl she sings
One hand on the tie that is knotted round her neck
The other round the rafter, to just double check
The shygirl she knows what will happen after this
She opens her mind to Death\'s faithful kiss
In shygirl's mind she spirals round and around
But now she won't get up when she
