How could you know,
that behind my eyes a sad girl cryed.
And how could you know,
that I hurt so much inside.
How could you know,
that I'm not the average girl.
I'm caring the weight of the worl.(yeahah)

so can you get me out of here.
Take me away,
will jump in the car.
Drive til the gas runs out and I walk so far,
and I can't see this place anymore.
Take a day off,
give it a rest.
so I can forget about this mess.

If I lightin up a little bit I will beeee,
if I lightin up a little bit I will beeeeee over it.

Over it.
Iam over it.
Over it.
I am over it.