Oh little girl they just don't know About the weight 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 could be the start Oh no no no it's not your style Why should you have to feel like your own child? I wonder if he is impressed Should I have worn the other dress? You'd 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 When just a look could be the start