To understand, you must know where she came from.
In a home where her parents once gave a damn, she cannot remember.
You must understand, she was only five years old.
She couldn't understand, why no one would play with her at school.
With pigtails and a uniform, how could she be casted out?
To understand, you must realize she was alone.
The girls were so mean, and the boys, they shoved her around.
To understand, would be a tragedy
To feel girls pull your hair and tell you you're ugly.
She couldn't understand why they hated someone they never knew.
"They're just kids." They tell my mother.
You just don't understand.
