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

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Father works the late shift,
mother drinks herself to sleep
brother's outside fiending 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