Every ones looking,
you see her walking.
Think she's weird,
think she's odd.
But, you don't know,
what its like to live her life.
You don't know what she has to deal with.
The way she goes home,
and sees no one.
The way she goes to school,
and has no one.
The way she looks,
seeing no one.
To be breaking down,
to have to hold it in.
You feel like exploding,
you feel like you can't get any air.
Can you imagine living like that,
forever?
To always be made fun of,
cause they don't know how to deal with you,
don't know what you lived through.
Every ones looking,
you see her walking,
Thinks she's weird,
think she's odd?
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