Picking the skin 'round my bloody finger

They say laugh at her it's not like it's gonna kill her

I've dreamt of their mocking in every nightmare

Why have I never dreamt instead, of a savior

What a joke it would be if they tried to see her,

What a joke it would seem if she was more than just peculiar,

She's never been to a place where they haven't mocked her.

She's never seen a face that tried to get to know her,

They never wished for the company of someone like her,

Oh, they'll say they're just teasing,

She's just sensitive and...