Her people didn't have much going, she was fifteen years oldnAnd her eyes were on fire, burning straight from her soulnHer boots and her movies, man, she was into her bongnAnd no one really knew her, she felt confused and alonennIf anyone would have asked hernShe would have liked to have said:nAll I ever wanted was to be on your sidenAll I ever wanted was to be with younAll I ever wanted was to be on your sidenAll I ever wanted was to feelnnSince those times with her stepdad she's been a victim of sexnAnd her family was gone now, it was all she had leftnnIf anyone would have asked hernShe would have liked to have saidn(and all the lonely children sing:)nAll I ever wanted was to be on your sidenAll I ever wanted was to be with younAll I ever wanted was to be on your sidenAll I ever wanted was to feelnWas to feel...nnWasn't I good enough for you?nWasn't I sweet enough? Wasn't I pretty enough?nWasn't I smart enough?nWhy didn't you ever want me?nnNow those eyes once so hungry are just holes she can't seem to fillnAnd what she learned from her mama has long lost its thrillnAnd in the distance there's thunder running over the skynMan, she'd like to feel like that if she wasn't so down and tirednnAll I ever wanted was to be on your sidenAll I ever wanted was to be with younAll I ever wanted was to be on your sidenAll I ever wanted was to feelnWas to feel...nnAll I ever wanted...