I think a lot about running away, she said
"this weight above my head,
has gotten hard, too heavy too hold
I feel locked out in the cold"
the nights are long, I don't belong
sitting home all alone
I have no choice, I have no voice
they were taken long ago

I cease to accept
that I don't exist to them
I cease to accept
that I...
that I...

she's pretty in pictures
but who would ever figure
that something wasn't right there all along
she dreams of a world where
beauty is more than skin deep
and maybe one day they'll realize
they're all wrong

I think a lot about running away, she said
"this part of me is dead"
do they even know my name?
or realize I am the same?
as all of them, I can't pretend
I don't feel the sting of what they said
it hurts so bad, it's hard to ignore
it takes all I have and more

I cease to accept
that I don't exist to them
I cease to accept
that I...
that I...

she's pretty in pictures
but who would ever figure
that something wasn't right there all along
she dreams of a world where
beauty is more than skin deep
and maybe one day they'll realize
they're all wrong

no one ever wants
no one ever wants to be alone
no one ever wants
no one ever wants to be alone
no one ever wants
no one ever wants to be alone
no one ever wants
no one ever wants to be alone
no one ever wants
no one ever wants to be alone

maybe one day
we'll realize we're all wrong

..::DiGo_BR::.