It seems like I can't do anything right
It seems that everything is all my fault...

Nothing seems right any more.
It's as if the world is against me...

All dressed up
With make up done as is the hair...

As I look out the window,
I see nothing but emptiness and pain...

My back itches so bad.
The itching never stops...

I wish I lived in a perfect world
In a perfect world...

I look up into the sky,
I find the only star there is...

Today is just another day
Another day of pain and hate...

She doesn't want to get up.
Not today...

The emergency vehicles were still heading...
She prayed for them not to turn down the school...

The same police officer came back up to here,
And told her that she really had to leave...

What is being happy
I cant remember anymore...