Have you ever wondered how it feels to be a girl? You think it's nothing special to be a girl?
Then tell me boy:

Have you ever been afraid to speak because you feld their eyes on you?

Have you ever been afraid to fight for yourself because you knew they are stronger?

Have you ever dreamed of having another body because you heared them whisper?

Have you ever hide your talents because you heared them laugh?

Have you ever been afraid to ask questions because you saw their rolling eyes?

Have you ever pulled your jacket closer around your body because you saw them stare?

Have you ever felt how it hurts to be fooled because someone pretended to love you?

Have you ever stopped eating because you heared their jokes about you?

Have you ever felt wothless because everyone laughed about you?

Have you ever been lonely because no one liked you?

Because I have.

But your not a girl. You can't understand what I am talking about because everyone loves you.
Because you are perfect.

Tell me boy, have you ever...

Right in the middle of my chest is my heart. It's beating. Since the day I was born. Since the day I met you.

Sometimes you are happy, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants you to hear it. It wants you to see it.

Sometimes you are sad, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants you to feel loved. It wants you to feel happy.

Sometimes you don't know the way, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants to guide you. It wants to be your light.

But you don't care.
You use my heart and beat it up.
You use my heart and leave it.
You use my heart and break it.
You use my heart until it's bleeding, so I can't hear my heart beating in my chest.
It's beating so low.

Am I alive anymore?

Lying here alone. In an empty room. Thinking about you.
I never saw you. I never met you. I never spoke to you.
But my heart is calling for you. My eyes are looking for you. My mind is dreaming of you.

But I am a stranger to you.

You never saw me. You never met me. You never spoke to me.
But still, my heart is callling for you.

It's aching with loneliness.

The day we'll meet, you will know my name. You will know my story. You will know my pain.
But 'till that day comes, I am lying here alone.
In an empty room.
Thinking about you.