Lisa Loeb - She's falling apart.
They pull up their chairs to the table
She stares at the food on her plate
At the toast and the butter, her father and mother,
She pushes away
And they rise in the morning
And they sleep in the dark
And even though nobody's looking
She's falling apart
She gets home from school too early
And closes the door to her room
There's nothing inside her
She's weak and she's tired of feeling like this
And they rise in the morning
And they sleep in the dark
And even though nobody's looking
She's falling apart.
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