one day a sick little girl
went to the doctors
they stole the blood from her veins
and left her waiting in a lonely room

what's wrong with me?
what's wrong with me?
what's wrong with me?

no answer.
she waits
she waits
she waits
                                                           ­                                     until
the moment she decided to free herself

"Nothing is wrong with me."
she smiled, picked up her purse,
and continued on her way