She is so pretty I see her everyday
but it seems that something, something is missing there

She is always talking Talking on the phone I know that something is wrong.

She cries but no one is there for her
She's lonely nobody but hershelf
She cries but nobody hears a thing
I wonder if she would let me in.

Somedays she seems to be ok
nothing happens everything is well
but she goes back home
and locks herself again
I know that something is wrong now

She cries but no one is there for her
She is lonely nobody but herself
She cries but nobody hears a thing
I wonder if She would let me in