I'm the girl in the striped shirt,
Over there in the little black skirt,
Who's got her hair covering her face,
From the world she's turning away,

You watch as the day goes on,
Not much more to add to that song,
She does what they want,
Only to please the ones she thinks she loves,

She hides her face in pages,
Hoping to escape and,
She surrenders to her dreams,
Hoping she'll never wake up from sleeping,

She's scared to face the reality,
That you can't please everyone frequently,
It's not the fear of falling down,
It's the fear of being found,
And she's not shy,
And she tries so hard not to cry,
Because she knows deep down,
She's scared of being found...

He's the boy in the blue jeans,
The one with the loose seams,
Hanging from his green tee,
You can tell it's not ahead he's seeing,

I watch him as the day ends,
I'm watching a dying friend,
He's going in so deep,
I don't know if I can still help him,

He hides his face behind his hair,
And his heart from all those who care,
I want to fix the scar,
That's made him stray from his path...

He's scared to face the reality,
That you can't please everyone frequently,
It's not the fear of falling down,
It's the fear of being found,
And He's not shy,
And He tries so hard not to cry,
Because He knows deep down,
He's scared of being found...

We get so caught up,
In hiding away,
That when our lives catch up,
We've got nothing to say...

Shell shocked,
Knocked down,
We'll have to rebuild,
From the ground...