Sometimes your Words don’t mean a thing
sometimes your words mean everything
you know your alone and your frozen in your room
Sometimes words are meant to be cruel
Sometimes from friends sometimes at school
You can’t hide the pain and your hurting all the same
She disappeared behind her closed door
She disappeared no one ever saw her face anymore
They hanging ribbons on her door
They’re laying flowers on her floor
Nobody knows where she’s gone or where she’s wandered to
Sometimes you think don’t fit in
Sometimes they won’t let you join in
you sit and wait your turn
and feel like a fool
She disappeared behind her closed door
She disappeared no one ever saw her face anymore
She disappeared behind her closed door
She disappeared no one ever saw her face anymore
Sometimes your words don’t mean a thing
sometimes your words mean everything
you know your alone and your frozen in your room
She disappeared behind her closed door
She disappeared behind her closed door
She disappeared behind her closed door
She disappeared no one ever saw her face anymore
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