Stop
Was a word she was afraid to say
Every "how are you?" ends with "I'm ok"
Why doesn't she just run away
When he says he loves her he doesn't mean it
She walks with her shades on
For her eyes are of a burglar who has had their dignity stolen
People walk by oblivious to what's it like for her at "home"
She longs to be truly alone
She walks with her shades on
I wonder "do you hate making eye contact with people, do you?"
The weather is beautiful as her yet she always wears a sweater
She doesn't let anyone know her arms are violet
Why doesn't she run away?
Why can't he just die today
An angel's wings should never be led astray
If she could know the world outside of that cowards grasp
Maybe the world could still enjoy her laugh
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