All I've known is straight A's.
All I see is straight F's...

One door may have closed
But another is wide open...

Bruises, scars, all sorts of abuse
Being on this earth has no use...

I'm not one to be afraid of much
But Thursday makes me afraid...

Once again,
Shunned again...

Love me,
Hate me...

Stay or go?
Live or die...

She sits alone
In the back of the class...

Head's pounding.
Heart's pulsing...

The tears well up in her eyes
as she sits and cries...

She hates her life
her mom's a drunk...