Her smile so cheerful,
Her laugh so blissful,
Her ways so gleeful,
Her eyes so dreadful.
She's a happy girl,
She's a lucky girl,
She's a good girl.
She's a dead girl.
Shadows near the girl,
Making her hurl,
In this huge whirl,
Forever she twirl.
Yet she still smiles,
When named a coward,
For hundred miles,
She's being devoured.
She dream a dream in her sleep,
Where she could finally weep,
And what she sow she has reap,
Deja Vu was her words that bleep.
Dreams do come true, but no one told her nightmares are dreams too.