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Give way to the princess in her perfect shining crown
Push back to loser wearing the sad tortured frown
No one seems to care about her, don't you see?
She's there, but no one wants her to be
Sitting in the desk at the back of class
Holding within herself, a soul as fragile as glass
Living a lie, all these years
Stories of friendship now fill her up with tears
They called themselves her friends, then turned around and stabbed her in the back
She tried to ignore them, and tried to get back on the right track
Tried to concentrate on her school work rather than on what everyone was saying
But she just couldn't hold it all in, she thought she would go insane
She sat on the couch after school one day
Wondering what she did to make her life this way
Why did all these people give her nasty looks and sneers?
Why did she have to sit at the lunch table alone for almost a full year?
And why did they all act like her life was a joke?
Like the world hated her every morning when she woke
It just wasn't fair; she did nothing at all,
She just wished that at some point, maybe a friend would call.
But that was the problem, nobody cared,
They all hated her, so no one would dare.
She thought to herself, maybe they'd be happy if she disappeared,
If she got lost in a current, no need anymore for teasing or tears
No need to go out of your way to make her miserable anymore
She's already gone, went straight out the door.
Krista Wiese
Push back to loser wearing the sad tortured frown
No one seems to care about her, don't you see?
She's there, but no one wants her to be
Sitting in the desk at the back of class
Holding within herself, a soul as fragile as glass
Living a lie, all these years
Stories of friendship now fill her up with tears
They called themselves her friends, then turned around and stabbed her in the back
She tried to ignore them, and tried to get back on the right track
Tried to concentrate on her school work rather than on what everyone was saying
But she just couldn't hold it all in, she thought she would go insane
She sat on the couch after school one day
Wondering what she did to make her life this way
Why did all these people give her nasty looks and sneers?
Why did she have to sit at the lunch table alone for almost a full year?
And why did they all act like her life was a joke?
Like the world hated her every morning when she woke
It just wasn't fair; she did nothing at all,
She just wished that at some point, maybe a friend would call.
But that was the problem, nobody cared,
They all hated her, so no one would dare.
She thought to herself, maybe they'd be happy if she disappeared,
If she got lost in a current, no need anymore for teasing or tears
No need to go out of your way to make her miserable anymore
She's already gone, went straight out the door.
Krista Wiese
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