You probably think I'm crazy,
I think i might be too...

I know I'm nothing special,
Thats very clear to see...

Behind her smile there lives a frown,
She's surprised from her tears she's not yet...

No one to turn to no one to care,
They cant really help you 'cause no-one's there...

Her eyes are open but she cant see,
She's like a lock without a key...

Into her room with a slam of the door,
She felt so miserable right down to the core...

All of her anger bottled inside,
The more that came the harder to hide...

Call me troubled, call me weak
A cure for this pain is all i seek...