She's being judge by her simplicity outside,
Not until you'll see what's on the inside,
People's talking about her,
Teasing her.
You can see her smile and laugh outside,
But she wouldn't allow anyone to see what's on the inside,
You wouldn't get a chance of knowing her,
She didn't want you to feel her pain.
You'll get disappointed once she opens herself,
You'll judge her even more,
You'll know the truth about her,
You'll know that it's all a lie after all.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
She's being judge by her simplicity outside,
Not until you'll see what's on the inside,
People's talking about her,
Teasing her.
You can see her smile and laugh outside,
But she wouldn't allow anyone to see what's on the inside,
You wouldn't get a chance of knowing her,
She didn't want you to feel her pain.
You'll get disappointed once she opens herself,
You'll judge her even more,
You'll know the truth about her,
You'll know that it's all a lie after all.
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