She's never lonely when she's alone, one-sided talking but she's not
on the phone, kicking and screaming like she's fighting for her life,
but there's no crazy killer coming at her with a knife Playing the
radio to cover the screams, listen to the girl come apart at the
seams, how many people trapped inside of she? caught back in
childhood fantasy, but being a kid ain't all fun and games, the ones
that did it to her hear her nameing the names I feel sorry for the girl
next door, but I'm not in love with the girl next door