She lived in the shadow of a lonely girl
Her cry's were so quiet
They didn't hear a sound
Always talking but was never heard
You could catch it if you looked in her eye
I knew she was brave but it was trapped inside
So scared to talk but she didn't know why
Wish I knew back then,
What I know now
Wish I could somehow
Go back in time
And listen to my own advice,
I would tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a little prouder
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful
Everything she doesn't see
Little Me
But hands on the clock only turn one way,
And now that girl is gone
And here I am
Broken
Beaten
Bruised
Dead
And it's to late to be saved
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
She lived in the shadow of a lonely girl
Her cry's were so quiet
They didn't hear a sound
Always talking but was never heard
You could catch it if you looked in her eye
I knew she was brave but it was trapped inside
So scared to talk but she didn't know why
Wish I knew back then,
What I know now
Wish I could somehow
Go back in time
And listen to my own advice,
I would tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a little prouder
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful
Everything she doesn't see
Little Me
But hands on the clock only turn one way,
And now that girl is gone
And here I am
Broken
Beaten
Bruised
Dead
And it's to late to be saved
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