| Among the others, there is a story
|
| About a lonely girl that no one sees anymore
|
| You hear her scream, you hear her broken heart
|
| Pumping 3000 beats, when she goes down the street
|
| She was afraid, cause no one saw her
|
| How can everybody just sit down and watch her suffer
|
| Where is the help when someone needs it? |
| I tried…
|
| They cross the line (they cross the line)
|
| Every time they think they shine…
|
| We have to make a stand so take my hand
|
| How can you know, when what’s broken won’t show
|
| Is it all that’s left for the world
|
| Just how it is, when your life is dismissed
|
| I can tell by the marks on your wrists
|
| Oh oh oh oh
|
| Is there anybody out there?
|
| Her eyes were silent, they spoke with different words
|
| And said that all she ever wanted was to be heard
|
| You heard her screams, without a single sound
|
| Here face was smiling but her heart was sinking to the ground
|
| She was alone, so was her history
|
| She tried to find her way but all she found was misery
|
| Where is the help when someone needs it? |
| I cried…
|
| They cross the line (they cross the line)
|
| Every time they think they shine…
|
| We have to make a stand so take my hand
|
| How can you know, when what’s broken won’t show
|
| Is it all that’s left for the world
|
| Just how it is, when your life is dismissed
|
| I can tell by the marks on your wrists
|
| Oh oh oh oh
|
| Is there anybody out there?
|
| How can you know, when what’s broken won’t show
|
| Is it all that’s left for the world
|
| Just how it is, when your life is dismissed
|
| I can tell by the marks on your wrists
|
| How can you know, when what’s broken won’t show
|
| Is it all that’s left for the world
|
| Just how it is, when your life is dismissed
|
| I can tell by the marks on your wrists
|
| How can you know, when what’s broken won’t show
|
| Is it all that’s left for the world
|
| Just how it is, when your life is dismissed
|
| I can tell by the marks on your wrists
|
| Oh oh oh oh |