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
She heard them laughin' 'bout the way she looked In the
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