She took her handsnand tied them to the chair again.nBullying the new girlnright in front of menin real-life technicolour.nYou pull the pin,nher hair falls down to her knees.nLiving on nothing,nfading away, nmy sugar-free sugarcube.nnShe took a stand that time.nShe took a stand like little Miss Piggy.nShe stood her ground that time.nShe took a swing at little Miss Piggy.nAnd then she found her arms again.nnWhat are you so scared of?nWhat are you so scared of, Diane?nWhat are you so scared of?nWhat are you so scared of, Diane?nnShe slips the queuenand, keeping her head down, gets away,nhiding in the cinema aisles on her ownnwith legs like matchsticks.nShe lifts her shirt and, nbending over backwards, ntakes her time fixing her blue eyes for another daynof stretched in elastic.nnShe took a stand that time.nShe took a stand like little Miss Piggy.nShe stood her ground that time.nShe took a swing at little Miss Piggy.nAnd then she found her arms again.nnWhat are you so scared of?nWhat are you so scared of, Diane?nWhat are you so scared of?nWhat are you so scared of, Diane?nnPull your face out the mirror.nPull up those tights with those hands.nThe pain in your liver,nthe cuts on your knees you can't stand.nnWhat are you so scared of?nWhat are you so scared of, Diane?nWhat are you so scared of?nWhat are you so scared of, Diane?n