Turned off the light inside her heart
Now all there is inside her life is darkness...

You have no idea how she feels
She cries and you ask what is wrong...

Must she bottle up inside
There might be someone willing to listen...

In the silence I suffer
As the others laugh and shout...

I used to wish and pray
That we would someday be friends...

Is there something wrong with me
Or is it just my fault...

I hate the way you scoul at me
I know Im not pretty, that I see...

The weeping tears fall from your face
Pain inside my throat is sore...