There is a girl who is never on your mind
some girls you remember but she isn't of that kind.
She is shy and so afraid of rejection,
that she never expresses her need for your affection

Her heart is burning though her eyes are cold
and inside her young body her spirit is growing old.
She is a prisoner of a confused and messed up mind,
not daring to search her soul, afraid what she might find.

She doesn't really bother you but she's not someone you miss
and her touch is as forgettable as her kiss
You don't think about her when she isn't there
and when she cries you don't really care.

She is one of those who'll never find love so true,
is it really rude to be alive when nobody wants you?