That girl in your class
She laughs
She has a smile that lights up
An entire room.
That girl in your class,
She has great grades,
She doesn't even have to try.
That girl in your class,
She has seemingly amazing friends,
Who care about her.
That girl in your class,
She has scars,
Lines marking her body,
And friends that don't notice,
And some that don't care.
That girl in your class,
Doesn't remember
What's like to not cry,
She cries herself to sleep
Every night.
But hey, she smiles,
So she's okay.
Right?
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
That girl in your class
She laughs
She has a smile that lights up
An entire room.
That girl in your class,
She has great grades,
She doesn't even have to try.
That girl in your class,
She has seemingly amazing friends,
Who care about her.
That girl in your class,
She has scars,
Lines marking her body,
And friends that don't notice,
And some that don't care.
That girl in your class,
Doesn't remember
What's like to not cry,
She cries herself to sleep
Every night.
But hey, she smiles,
So she's okay.
Right?
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