She is a stranger in her own home town.
Those she knows ignore her now.
Walks down the street, so neat, oh so sweet,
Always wondering who she will meet.
A lifelong friend pretends not to see.
What is her life but a cold, cold knife?
She is a blackandwhite girl
In a colourfilled world.
Not loved, or hated, but ignored.
An hour from now, she takes her life.
But can you take her soul, dear Lord?