She never knew being different could make you feel so alone
But she didn’t think she could help it even if she had known
They all say, “Be yourself, because there is no one better!”
But they knock her down every time she’s different from the others

Wherever she is, there’ll always be someone
Even when she became older, they’re never quite gone
Their words seem to get to her, eating on her bones
Refusing to give her back the pride that she once used to own

And her friends, they seemed like friends
But all the while it was just pretend
They left her because she was too much of a misfit
They’d rather be with someone from whom they can benefit

Now she miserably sits alone in her room by herself
How funny it is that they all say, “Be yourself!”
When she was herself, the world screamed at her
So what is the point anyway? It didn’t seem to matter

She left a goodbye note the night that she went
The next morning they found her, face down on the cement
Almost right after, they began their hypocritical lies
Saying how much they had loved her, “Oh such a shame she died!”

But don’t forget, reader, that they had been the reason
A beautiful girl had to go, throw away the life she’d been given
All because she couldn’t bear to spend another day
Living in this terrible world, and so she went away

Don’t call her selfish for not bearing it out
She’s been living too long in this merciless drought
She’s probably better off now, anywhere but here
Rest in peace my darling; you have nothing more to fear