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