  " I want out!  she screamed,  her voice gravely and grated like a sheet of metal with holes in it,  or like a spoon scraping brownie batter from the side of a bowl.  I doubt too much.
 I stand reassured,  but I doubt too much.  But don't make me confess it.  I think too much,  too.  and I wonder what I would give,
 just to have a new life.  would I give up all this?  history says I wouldn't.  ha ha.  sometimes things just really don't make sense.  I know this isn't quite true,
 but you know sometimes,  it feels like it:  She thinks about herself and cares about nobody else because the only friends she has all put her down They hate her when she's beautiful and even more when she's a fool They talk behind her back when it's her birthday every time they put her down,  she makes a fist and the tears roll down She packs her bags and plans to run away And every time she makes a friend,  the vicious cycle starts again She's never,  ever,
 ever looking back She's saying goodbye and leaving tonight She's wasted all her lonely tear drops She's saying goodbye and leaving tonight She's used up all her lonely tear drops now She's saying goodbye,  she's wasted all her lonely tear drops Saying goodbye,  she's used up all her lonely tear drops now every time they put her down,  she makes a fist and the tears roll down She packs her bags and plans to run away from here And everytime she makes a friend,  the vicious cycle starts again She's never,  ever,
 ever looking back She's saying goodbye and leaving tonight She's wasted all her lonely tear drops She's saying goodbye and leaving tonight She's used up all her lonely tear drops now She's wasted all her lonely tear drops now and I won't be able to make anyone understand this.
