A girl her name was Hill   a deathroll mystery   she had no friends they say   they all tired of (play)   At first they were amused   she played it such a fool   but soon it tired thin   her friends they saw right through   At first she acted higher   a good friend's hard to find   but then she was a lier   crumble in the hind   So then she was alone   and not a soul to lie   she started up a hill   and thought that she could fly   At first she acted higher   a good friend's hard to find   but then she was a lier   crumble in the hind   If she starts to think   I wonder why I am   she smacks her hands in her head   and story's told again   And if she starts to think   I wonder why I am   she smacks her hands in her head   and story's told again   Now she wonders why   floating in the sky   watching all her friends   laugh until they cry   At first she acter higher   a good friend's hard to find   but then she was a lier   crumble in the hind   If she starts to think   I wonder why I am   she smacks her hands in head   and story's told again   And if she starts to think   I wonder why I am   she smacks her hands in head   and story's told again