VIRB

On a tear-stained pillowcase she cries herself to sleep.
Thinking about her life and wondering why
they all call her names, they all tear her down.
Why do they hate her so much?
Why do they hate her so much?

And everyday, it's the same routine.
She wakes up and thinks how could they hurt her anymore?
She goes to school and they manage to break her down again.
She's wondering how much more she can take.

And who would miss her if she disappeared?

At home she drips her pain into the sink.
She draws the crimson tears up to the surface.
She thinks about all the things that she's done wrong.
It doesn't seem to make much sense.

How does it feel to know all that she goes through?
How do you think she feels going through it?
Now where do you come in, did you ever think of being a friend?
Maybe that's all she needs.