Oh little girl they just don't know
About the weight
That you carry in your soul
They just don't know about the fright
About the people
And the things you like
You know you've got nothing to prove
The conversations borderline on rude
And by the time
You've had enough
How do you tell the one you love
He'll never know about the times
That you cried in the movies
Never know about the times
That you cried to the music
About your mother or your father
Or the way you got your broken heart
And just a look will be the start
Oh no oh no it's not your style
Why should you have to feel
Like you're on trial
"i wonder if he is impressed
Should i have worn the other dress "
You've never had a doubt about yourself
Why should you take it
Then from someone else
And if by now he doesn't see
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
He'll never know about the times
That you cried in the movies
Never know about the times
That you cried to the music
He'll never know about the feelings
That you've had about him from the start
He'll never know about the times
That you cried in the bedroom
About the times
That you cried in the classroom
About your mother or your father
Or the way you got your broken heart
And just a look could be the start
