She heard them laughin' 'bout the way she looked
In the hallway at the high-school she hid behind her books
Everyday in that lunch-room, she wouldn't eat a thing
She stared in that mirror, hatin' what she'd see
Tryin' to be pretty became a disease
She was killin' herself, just dyin' to fit in
The diary she kept underneath her bed
Hid all those words, that she never said
We could've been sisters, cheerin' at the games
We could've gone to prom, shared the same limousine
If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be
But no... you had to pick on me