There she lies, all she is,
nothing but dreams inside her...

Kisses in the wind, kisses from an angel.
she lies and thinks of you at night...

Lying in bed tears roll down her cheek,
she hates herself, names herself a freak...

Maybe he knows me better than I do,
Maybe he understands me more than I do...

No-one sees how I'm feeling now
I don't want them to know...

I don't want to die in my sleep
I'd rather die being a freak...

He was tired and cold,
had a rifle at hold...

Being fourteen is being stuck in the middle.
Fourteen isn't big and neither is it small...

You are never alone,
no matter how you feel...

Alone alone, what to do,
No one to call, friendships are through...

Don't kiss me then hate me.
Don't Hug me then hit me...

So confused,
So put down...