It's like everything's repeating itself,
She's back to killing herself.
"Oh look! She's weird."
Doesn't anyone remember how it feels not to be heard?

It's about time when she woke,
But no! Keep her as a joke.
"Mon Dieu! Is that rumour true?!"
Don't they remember how it is to be in an empty shoe?

All they see is her bad side,
Now all she wants to do is hide.
"Honey, it's all going to be alright."
Doesn't she know that all I can see is height?

It all feels like deja vu,
I'm hushed up completely to be true.
"When are you going to stop lying?"
Never, ma soeur, I'm already dying.