She stands there, in the corner.
You think 'why doesn't she come socialize?'
She stands there, in silence.
You think 'why can't she just talk to us?'

You don't realize that you put her there.
You talked about how it was her race that shot up that school.
You talked about how it was her race that dealt those drugs.
You talked about how it was her race that should've stayed in Africa.

She thinks 'I didn't do any of that'.
She thinks 'I don't even know those people'.
She thinks 'Please don't blame me for that'.
She thinks 'I just wanted some friends'.

You stand there and laugh with your buddies.
She stands in the corner and cries.
You stand there and are happy-go-lucky.
She stands in the corner and dies.