Do you ever stop and wonder about that seemingly perfect girl?
Does she ever feel unloved,
Hardly, isn't that me?
Is it possible to always have good hair days?
And never get those feelings of self doubt
And tired of it all
She couldn't possibly feel the same things as me,
That "perfect girl"
How often do we ignore the look of pain in her eyes
For you must look quite closely,
Under all those fancy clothes and makeup
Her pain is hidden under that seemingly happy,
But in reality, plastic smile
She may be hurting deep inside from a breakup,
Problems at home,
that no one knows about
She really wants so badly to be cared for,
Don't we all?
If only we all took more time to show concern for others,
And not just ourselves...
Someday reach out with a touch of genuine love,
And just see,
If you can brighten the day of a lost and broken soul
You may not be as different
As you think
From that seemingly, perfect girl