Just a girl with painted eyes
Just a girl with scratched up thighs
You think she's just a girl
But really she's not
If only you could see the battles she fought
If you could see the tears she cried
And everything she kept inside
You would realize she isn't just a girl
Oh if you only paid attention.
That girl died inside many years ago but still no one noticed
With the marks upon her throat
She always hid them With a coat
She had no friends to talk to
She was alone.
Really she's Not just a girl
If only you could feel what she thought was the only thing real.
Poor girl.
Do you really know how she feels?
She may be hiding it from you.
But how would you know.
To you she's just a girl.
