She walks down the hall, Eyeing everything on her sight There's always something, Someone to tear apart She always finds a way To make you feel less of a human It can be the way you talk, The way you walk, The way you pull your hair up It's how you breath the air, How you say the word, "Hey," It's nothing less than everything How can she live with herself? We ask ourselves, The night we spend alone staring blankly at the cold ceiling How can she live with herself? We crave an answer we beg to question: How can we, how can we, How can we live with ourselves? She makes you feel less of a human, And you cave in They make you feel less of a human, And you cave in