Depressed Soul
shes beautiful,
she just doesnt know it.
you know why?
becausee she sits around, waiting for time to fly,
she has no friends
she has no money,
she used to be funny,
but she let it go, let it die,
now shes sitting aroud waiting for life,
the ask her if shes ok, she manages to say shes fine,
but shes not ok, and shes not fine,
something died inside,
and its crazy to feel happy,
when all she wanted was to be seen,
how do i know this, and why?
because that girl is me, and that haunted soul is mine
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