they call her pretty but that comes from few
They don't know whats true because they can't see through
All the fake smiles and laughs, she seems happy and such
That guard of hers might not be thick enough
She sees the stares
but pretends she doesn't care
all the while wishing to be anywhere but there
She keeps to herself and thats all right
No one knows
No ones there to hear her cry at night
in the morning when the sun starts to shine bright
She'll pull down her sleeves, wipe her tears and start all over again
heading out
always forgetting to turn out the light