Label me to what your eyes see fit.
The outcast group is where I belong...
Listening silently across the room
hearing the voices through the door...
Leave your pain and all your sorrows
Though you've once seemed dead...
I blew out the stars a long time ago
For what good will they do me here...
Dear God
I really hope you get this letter...
Lyla can't finish her food.
Tells her parents she isn't in the mood...
Narrow, gravel road
Cracked, concrete porch...
In the deepest underground I feel no fear.
Nothing can make my body shake...
Tears fall from my eyes
people must hear my muffled cries...
She's on the cover because she is young
She's on the cover because she is tall...
I've got so many unsaid things
You really need to know...
A young girl blinded by life,
A tortured soul slaughtered by strife...