Texty: No Use For A Name. Making Friends. Secret.

Father works the late shift
Mother drinks herself to sleep
Brother's outside fielding
With a match and gasoline

They told her lies and gave her no hope for tomorrow
And all the fairy tales just fade away
The brightest day of all, the one that she's been needing turns to gray

The boyfriend calls her crazy
Teacher bores us all to sleep
And friends are in the bathroom
Speaking just like enemies

Nobody understands her heart that's left there bleeding
The dirty secret living in her mind
They'll always tell you that you lit the fire you're feeding, left behind

Always there to make you think that you're no good
There's nothing wrong with what you've done
They just wanna lift you up and throw you down
And make you stop when all you wanna do is run

Nobody understands the shame that you've been feeling
The dirty secret living in her heart
It must be hard to put the pieces back together, torn apart