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The girl is at home as she cries.
She starts to wipe her tears,
She'll miss her father when he dies.
She stands and tries to hide all her fears.

But she can't for she's afraid.
You might judge her,
But listen to what she wants to say.
"I was never understood, never pure..."

They won't listen.
She feels alone.
Like something's missin'.
She was getting told, so she picked up the phone.

I know you couldn't see,
For that girl is me...