When I was quite,
They thought I had nothing to say.

When I was slow,
They thought I was tired.

When I cried,
They thought I was hurt.

When I fell,
They thought I had lost balance.

Now as I stand in front of them all,
Though still mute and down,
I see them with tears in their eyes,
I see them wip for me for no reasons,
And I hear them say,
"She was still young".

Yes now that I've turned into a cold corpse,
They...