That Girl

Look at that girl
Wow who is she?
Is she new here?
No, couldn't be!

That's the girl
Her parents died
Did you know?
Before she cried.

Just look at her clothes!
The black the spikes
I know who she is!
The girl nobody likes.

What happened to her parents?
Was it really that bad?
Why does she dress that way now?
She must be really sad!

No one knows what to say
What that girl had to feel
They don't want to help her
She needs a chance to heal

They all just stared hard
Look at the black and spikes
They don't understand
About the girl no one likes

That girl gets up
Storms out of the room
They watch as she passes
Not knowing of the doom

She runs to the bathroom
Breaks her hopes and dreams
Picks up the sharpest piece
No one cares, she screams!

Holds it to her wrist
Just before the sharp pain
Everything goes black
Nice girl sees where she's layin'

Nice girl picks up her head
Just before her eyes close
A little time passes
Now everybody knows!

All the people that stared
Now all them want to care
But how did that girl know
There was someone there!