A pretty girl, you think thats all, but if you look, shes about to fall. She gave up, she has no hope, she walks around trying to cope. All the cuts, the swollen eyes, she always has to try and hide. She fears they will soon come and find, every weakness behind her eyes.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
A pretty girl, you think thats all, but if you look, shes about to fall. She gave up, she has no hope, she walks around trying to cope. All the cuts, the swollen eyes, she always has to try and hide. She fears they will soon come and find, every weakness behind her eyes.
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