She has the glamour,
You can't ask for more.
She has the smile,
That reaches her eyes.
Here goes the pain,
Hiding inside again.
She laughs outside,
But cries inside.
Silently screaming,
Slowly dying,
She's in a cage,
Feeling the rage.
The key's on her hand,
But she didn't bother,
She felt empty,
But no one notice.
Still, she smiles.
She laughs,
She live her life,
That's what I adore.
From ear to ear she smiles,
You can see it through her eyes.
She believe that she could live,
Not only to breathe but also to feel.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
She has the glamour,
You can't ask for more.
She has the smile,
That reaches her eyes.
Here goes the pain,
Hiding inside again.
She laughs outside,
But cries inside.
Silently screaming,
Slowly dying,
She's in a cage,
Feeling the rage.
The key's on her hand,
But she didn't bother,
She felt empty,
But no one notice.
Still, she smiles.
She laughs,
She live her life,
That's what I adore.
From ear to ear she smiles,
You can see it through her eyes.
She believe that she could live,
Not only to breathe but also to feel.
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