She was waking off the beach,
Trying to laugh,trying to speak,
But there's something wrong,
She must be holding inside the tears,
Let me take a look ,now let me see,

  She looks into the mirror,she's displeased,
It seems as if she's a disease,
But look at that soul,
I think there's only fear and insecurity,
Can we help her? Can we,please?

She tries to do the best she can,
But she still falls down ,oh Sam!
Staggering through the hallway,
She thinks,"Well, now how bad?"
   I hope there is something special for her, like a man,

She wanted to be alone tonight,
And sat there in the corner of her room, with no light
I think she has taken enough of it,
Somebody has to stop the tears, and I
might,
But hey, will she finally feel alright?