A girl in the shadows
A girl in the dust
to this girl
There's no one to trust
Cuts on her arms
Scars on her wrists
Will this girl
Ever be missed
What does she like?
What does she love?
She needs a maricle
From up above
People make fun of her
People don't care
Soon her life
Will end in dispair
They think she's lying
they don't think she's trying
they better hurry up
because inside she's dying.
