oh, little girl they just don't know
about the weight that you carry in your soul
they just don't know about the fright
about the people and the things you like.
you know you've got nothing to prove
the conversations borderline on rude
and by the time you've had enough
how do you tell the one you love?

he'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies
never know about the times that you cried to the music
about your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart
and just a look will be the start

oh no oh no it's not your style
why should you have to feel like you're on trial?