You probably think I'm crazy,
I think i might be too...

I know I'm nothing special,
Thats very clear to see...

All of her anger bottled inside,
The more that came the harder to hide...

Her eyes are open but she cant see,
She's like a lock without a key...

Behind her smile there lives a frown,
She's surprised from her tears she's not yet...

Call me troubled, call me weak
A cure for this pain is all i seek...

Into her room with a slam of the door,
She felt so miserable right down to the core...

No one to turn to no one to care,
They cant really help you 'cause no-one's there...