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I can walk anywhere
And no one will know my name
But they push me down and curse at me
And put my life to shame
I wish I could pick myself up
Without getting pushed down first
I think nothing could be worse
And yet I am again to blame
The quiet girl with the unknown name

If you are going to stare, say something
Don't just sit and look
And that freak girl in the corner
Who's just sitting and reading a book
"Oh pick her, she's an easy target"
"Wait who is she again?"
"Who cares lets just get her framed!"
"Who cares if she gets in trouble?"
"She is just the freak girl with the unknown name"

I try to grasp something stable
But nothing seems real
For the thing I used to hold on to
Was my one and only soul
But of course they thought it was for them to steal
To use to abuse
And then thrust back
Like an old toy
Well what if I took there soul?
And used them as a toy?
How would they feel?
They don't feel
They can't
They may all have names
But they don't have hearts
They may have ends
But they don't have starts
They may have all the gossip
But is that worth the same?
I don't think so
I rather have a heart and soul
And be the girl with the unknown name