she was the happy girl
or that's what everyone thought
she was the girl that danced through the hallways
the girl that joked till everyone's stomach was in a knot

she was the girl that cried over her imperfections
wishing she could be someone new
endlessly staring at her reflection
hating the person she'd turned into

she was the girl that wrote stories
but only late at night
marking every word on the skin of her wrists
hoping no one would catch sight

she was the girl that stared at the scale
the number becoming her biggest nightmare
she thought if the number went up she failed
"I'll eat tomorrow, I swear"

but no one ever noticed
because by the morning
she was the "happy girl" again

so many things I wanna speak about
they tell me I can't save the world
all the peace in my mind is out
this ain't what I learned

when can I speak up?
bout all the people dead on the street
the gov and the police, they speak
but man they just a cheat

when can I speak up for these people?
what's stopping me?

man these questions I ask
but never answer
hiding behind a mask
why can't world peace come any faster?

my mind is a jail
and I can't seem to escape
I'm begging for a bail cause
I wanna save the world someday