A girl wore yellow and pink.
But on her chair she slowly sinks.
Sobbing on her table, you can see her from a mile away.
She’s always so cheerful, but you can’t make her stay.

A smile, a grin, some little hops.
Her positivity never seemed to stop.
But everybody knows that she cries.
She never hides how she dies inside.

You walk into the room when she cradles herself.
She reached out but no one helped.
You stare and you’re bothered.
What happened to the girl and her colors?