She's Beautiful When She Smiles, When She Walks, When She Runs..

Or At least She Thinks So.

She Makes Heads Turn And Sets Her Own Trends - Not Only Because She Can't Afford To Abide To The New Ones..

Or So She Thinks So..

There Was Only Ever One Who Truly Ever Loved Her, She Pushed Him Away, And Now He Hates Her..

Or So She Thinks So....

She Is Me, And I Am Her. I'm Insecure, I Try To Compete. I'm Not Good Enough, I'm Too Tall. I'm Too Short, I'm Never Talked About In A Good Light. I'm Not Beautiful, I'm Not Proud. I'm Insecure, I'm Too Proud.

She Loves Herself, She Hates The World. She Loves To Write. She Loves The Whirl. She Is In Her Own World, She Loves The Song Of Trunkwall. She Can Fly, She Loves To Cry And She's Beautiful.

Or At Least I Think So.. :)