Alone, when you walk the halls.
Alone, when you people are around.
Alone, when you cry.
Alone, when you break.
Alone, when you die.

There once was a blade
That made the pain fade
The little girl weeped in shame.
  Mr.Blade put her in the hall of fame
Death was the only friend that came
She suffered but no one knew her name
You made her feel worthless that's so lame
You thought this was just a game
She was never the same
She is now gone And you are to blame

That girl over there isn't clean
but not in the way that you'd expect

yes, she showers on the daily
yes, she brushes her teeth in the morning
yes, she wears a clean set of clothes every day--

but if you take the time
to look her in the eyes
and possibly even care enough
to try to see through her lies of
"I'm alright, I'm just tired"
and "Sorry, it's just one of those days"
you'd see that the way she pulls down her sleeves
and makes the excuse that she's "just cold"
is really a defense mechanism.

You see, that girl really isn't clean
and she hasn't been since just a few days ago

and all the dirt
all the filth
that covers her body
covers her thoughts
lies in the places that you can't see--
the places she doesn't let you see.