Crying Pale Ghost

Invisible, forgotten and in pain The rain is nothing than one more stain Exhausted, haunted and mocked If only he made her heart unlocked When she was little, the kids used to laugh at her Fingers pointed at her, treated as a foreigner by the teacher The whole suburbia rumored she was a girl with dementia She was just insane to dream that the world was an utopia Only her could be a ghost because she's the only one with a soul The victim is less famous than the person who stole Then that's why her lover was so popular Nobody looked at her, so does she with a mirror Something shattered and she became a murderer She's an urban legend after being a rumor All the boys used to call her a crying pale ghost Now all of them are known to be dead at the most