You see her walking through the halls,
You don't see how she put up her walls.
If you see her at home in her room,
You can see the cuts that begin to bloom.
She's good at putting up the public smile,
You'd never understand why she goes through the trial.
She seems to always be with the stars,
But that's only because you've never seen the scars.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 3:05 PM UTC
You see her walking through the halls,
You don't see how she put up her walls.
If you see her at home in her room,
You can see the cuts that begin to bloom.
She's good at putting up the public smile,
You'd never understand why she goes through the trial.
She seems to always be with the stars,
But that's only because you've never seen the scars.
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