There's a girl I know who's just like me
Lives behind the street of Waverly
Parental turmoil in a house that creaks
How long before she finally speaks?
She knew not whose fault it was
Blames herself for all the trouble it's caused
World War III erupts all around
But as peacemaker, she cannot make a sound
Poor child, it hurts to see you suffer so
All you want is to be free;
this I already know
If I could show you my scars
Would you share with me your fears?
It's not much, I'm aware
And I'll dry your innocent tears.
