A lonely girl wanders the world
Searching for her poor lost soul
Waiting for lightning to strike her heart
Waiting for thunder to tear her apart
She’s never felt a butterfly’s flutter
Simple words always made her stutter
A tortured heart with the soul of a child
A nervous laugh and a beautiful smile
The neighborhood boys with jokes all the same
Pulling her hair and calling her names
Taking more than she ever could bare
Feeling the rip long after the tear
Millions of people suffer day after day
Hatred and destruction is what they say
Women are from Venus, men from Mars
and she’s just a local girl with local scars