In the silence I suffer
As the others laugh and shout...

The weeping tears fall from your face
Pain inside my throat is sore...

I hate the way you scoul at me
I know Im not pretty, that I see...

Must she bottle up inside
There might be someone willing to listen...

I used to wish and pray
That we would someday be friends...

Don't lie to me
What do i see in that mirror...

Is there something wrong with me
Or is it just my fault...

Ill wait outside
While you go off with them...

I only wipe away the tears so no one will ask
I only hide the scars so no one cares...

These scars are healed upon my arm
But I do so i wish i wouldn't do so much harm...

She gets a feeling of loneliness
But there's a girl that makes that untrue...

I cant understand
Why you don't answer...