How could you tell me that I'm great?
When they chew me up, spit me out, pissed on me?
Why would you tell me that it's fate?
When they laughed at me, everyday, in my face? 

How?
How could you tell me that I'm great?
How?
How could you tell me that it's fate?
How?

Alessia | 14
Maybe I'll never know why you did what you did.