(I wrote this about a friend of mine, suffering...
Just like a little porcelain doll...
The rain's come and gone,
washed away the story...
We walk on by; I wish that you would know me.
I wanna say 'Hi!", but would you even care...
Maybe this is foolish; taking another chance on...
Maybe this is silly; letting my heart be taken by...
You tell me I don't belong
You call those ugly names...
She sits in the corner; that girl, no one wants to...
No one will give her a chance, yet she can't help...
His eyes were blue the first time he smiled at me.
He made my innocent self blush...