• The Little Goth Girl,
    Stands in the rain,
    So no one can see,
    The tears that she cries.

    The Little Goth Girl,
    Sits in her room,
    Wishing that,
    Away she could fly.

    The Little Goth Girl,
    Stands in the crowd,
    But no one can see her,
    Under her black shroud.

    The Little Goth Girl,
    Sits and cries,
    Why is she different?
    No matter how hard she tries.