There she walks, that girl.
There she talks, that girl.
There she goes around, keeping up the appearance that everything's okay, but as I look into her eyes, I see the pain she suffers from and I see the tears she tries to hold back. Whenever she smiles, I can read the despair from her face. Whenever she talks, I can hear the shout for help in her voice. Me and her might not look the same, but on the inside, we're perfect twins.