A girl walks down the street.
People stare and watch her as she hurts.
Everyone thinks she`s a freak.
She hides her scars under her short skirt.
As her pale face was faced down,
people started to whisper.
Her tears started to break out,
"Everyone`s making false rumours".
She hid her tears and continued to walk,
she felt all alone.
She no longer wanted to talk,
she just wanted to go home.
At the end of the street,
That is her destination.
In that old building,
might be the end of her depression.
But she`s always alone.
There is no one in her home.
Her life that was misunderstood all along.
Everyone`s rumours that were wrong.
The only rumour that was right,
Is the one in which says.
"she`s a loner"