Look at that girl, in the front of the room
Pink lipstick, expensive perfume
She's such a prep - cheerleaders should die
She's never had to worry 'bout suicide

Look at that girl, with her mom and dad
Perfect life that I wish I had
Do the dishes, go to your room
Take it for granted - they always do

Look at that girl, with her true love
Never neglected, always thought of
She's so happy to have someone
She's so lucky - wish I was loved

Look at that girl, and her rich friends
On top of the world, drivin' in her Benz
More money is what she says she needs
Stuck up slut controlled by greed

Look at her, look at that
Look at what I don't have
Look at this, look at them
Look at what I'm missin'

Look at that girl, living but dead
Does she hear voices in her head?
She's such a freak - who would wanna die?
Hey, look at that - you made her cry

Look at that girl, poppin' pills
She must be crazy, mentally ill
Who in their right mind would wanna overdose?
What's wrong with her? No one knows

Look at that girl, at the bus stop
A full bookbag is all she's got
She's leaving her sad and twisted life
Running away, without saying goodbye

Look at that girl, crying in her sleep
I wonder what's in her saddened dream
Life itself has driven her insane
No one deserves to feel that pain

Look at her, look at that
Look at what made her sad
Look at this, look at them
Look at how she's feelin'

Time goes on, tears go by
People stare, but don't ask why
You would think they would try
To help, but no - just watch her cry

Rich girls, preppy girls, girls with diamond rings
Weird girls, crazy girls, suicidal freaks
You don't understand
You don't understand
You will *never* understand

Look at her, look at that
Look at what I don't have
Look at this, look at them
Look at what I'm missin'

Look at her, look at that
Look at what made her sad
Look at this, look at them
Look at how she's feelin'

Look at her, look at that

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