shewillbe;;

good song.

She was getting sick n' tired
Of being sick n' tired
She'd drink three cups of coffee
And get really wired
She'd twitch n' move and shake her head
She'd lie on the floor pretend she was dead
She was normal but at the same time


She'd drown herself in a
Pool of liquid make up
She wished she had a boyfriend
So she could break up
She'd take herself out to those ugly places
Make herself sick all those beautiful faces
She was normal but at the same time


You are the hands we are the clay
Make us and mold us something special
Strangely normal
There ain't nobody else we were born to be