Who has to know how much I think about you?
Who has to know how much I cry at night?
Who has to know that I'm slowing killing myself?
Who cares about the poor little metal chick?
Who cares about the poor little broken hearted girl?
Who cares..?
Who has to know the way I feel inside?
I guess it will never change, will it?
I'll always be the forgotten one, the lost one, the lonely one.
If only you could see how much I really hurt inside,
If only you could see how many tears roll down my cheeks at night..
Then maybe, just maybe you'll understand.
