Besedila: Zoegirl. Different Kind of Free. She.

She grew up without very much
She didn't know who her father was
She met a boy and her heart he stole
So she gave him all her body and her soul

She's not ready to face
The outcome of their mistake
It's brought her nothing but pain
And she's too young for this fate

She's alone
Could have been the undertow
Where it takes her no one knows
That's how it goes, that's how it goes
When we throw stones

People deny and criticize
They sent her away isolated
Caught in a bad dream
Perfectly rejected
They left her alone and neglected

They put her out on display
Showcasing all her mistakes
She's worn out and she's afraid
Why does it always happen this way?

She's alone
Could have been the undertow
Where it takes her no one knows
That's how it goes, that's how it goes
When we throw stones

She went to them for help
But blindly they cast the first stone
They could have taken her in
Instead they left her on her own
All alone

She's alone
Could have been the undertow
Where it takes her no one knows
That's how it goes, that's how it goes

She's alone
Could have been the undertow
Where it takes her no one knows
That's how it goes, that's how it goes

She's alone
Could have been the undertow
Where it takes her no one knows
That's how it goes, that's how it goes

When we throw stones at the wounded
When we throw stones at the broken hearted
When we throw stones at the wounded
That's how it goes, that's how it goes

That's how it goes, when we throw stones
When we throw stones at the wounded
That's how it goes, when we throw stones