In our secret, quite place,
I know you are there...

Standing there,
You look right through me...

In the cockles of my mind
I see you standing there...

I stand in front of the mirror
And see Quasimodo staring back at me...

Deep down in the darkness,
Echoes of voices...

Ever since she showed up
You've changed...

You ask me every week
Who I am...

You say I must come over
Because you want to 'play...

Have you ever looked at a pretty girl
And said, "I wish that was me&quot...

How can I be happy with who I am
If I can't say "Ah, shame. Poor me&quot...

If that one day comes
That I meet my Mr Right...

Do you see that girl,
The one in the corner...