You came home crying,
Yesterday.
Some kid made fun of you,
And you had to get away.
It's okay, hey.
I went and looked for you.
Climbed in through your window and,
Stepped into your bedroom.
You looked like an angel,
A sad one anyway.
Tears falling at your eyes,
Framing your gentle sleeping face.
Somehow I couldn't even recognize you.
Because for once you couldn't,
Be strong.
You looked so frail ,
So innocent.
I wanted to hurt,
and beat the bad guys,
that made you feel this way.
I mean just because,
You have no hair.
No one should even care.
It makes me feel so mad,
That they make you feel so sad.
And you have to be strong,
To get through it all.
Before everything ends.
So please girl,
Before you die,
Don't let them make you cry.
Don't get sad when they treat you bad.
Just try to be strong,
And hold on.
Stand up for yourself.
Be the first,
And stop their ugly hating words.
Because everything's going to be,
Alright…