Look at all these people behind the window. Now look at the same people with angry faces. Finally, look at the people with no faces at all, Those are the survivors out of them all. Because when people tell them they're useless And when people tell them they are ugly Those are the people who hide their faces Hoping not to upset us all. But inside their lonely hearts Are where all the feelings drift apart It's where all their feelings start to break And all their hearts, start to fall.