Little girl, little girl,
Hiding behind a bush,
I, too, know how it feels,
How it feels to be shushed.
Little boy, little boy,
Sitting by a pond,
I, too, know how it feels,
How it feels to be treated like an unwanted toy,
Little kid, little kid,
Just like me,
Somehow, somehow,
Hope it'll be,
Hope it'll be better,
And when you'll get older,
Hopefully someone'll see,
Someone'll see what its like to be me.

Emotion, emotion,
Where are you?
Are you hiding?
Leaving me nothing to do?
I'm slowly dying,
Becoming an empty shell.
Where am I going?
Am I going to hell?
My depression is showing,
I can barely stand it,
Being barely able to deal with this ****.
I don't know how to cope,
And I am losing my hope;
I feel like falling to bits.
So, emotion, emotion,
Where are you?
Are you hiding?
I'm slowly dying.
And, to be honest, I need you.