There's that girl with those empty eyes,
you know, I've never seen her cry,
She hides her face beneath black hair,
I've felt her touch, Theres nothing there
Her voice, it sounds so distant and hollow,
Though seldom heard, it's hard to follow.
Sometimes i wonder what her life is for,
you think someone would want much more...
Oh, sure she wants, there is no doubt,
But often times she does without.
I bet she longs to be set free.
you ask me how i know
well that girl is me!
