...going through one of my old notebooks I find this...
Every day, every day, every day
She cries, she cries, she cries
Every day, every day, every day
She'll try, she'll try, she tries
They all expect her to be nice and warm all of the time
All they're really doing is making her cold inside her heart
She wants to block them out, so she just pulls away
Now she's just like them, and that's the saddest part.
She will dance and act like ti's okay
And she will twirl to get out of this place
She will sing and hope it sets her free
She can draw because she knows you'll never see
It's just impossible to learn how to believe.
I can't believe I wrote this. It's so pointless. For so long, I was one of those girls.
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