Gail is wondering what to do.
She can’t do anything that pleases you.
Not that she cares or even knows.
It’s just so aggravating at the way it goes.
You think it’s funny for people to cry.
When they leave, you wonder why.
You can’t have a friend, if you can’t be one yourself.
This world’s for everyone, not just yourself.
You joke about the way you treat your friends.
Never caring or understanding why it ends.
You’re so pathetic, I feel sorry for you.
What’s a lonely little girl supposed to do?

Written by Gail Brookshire