that girl

She walks home alone 
With her head down low
Hands in her pocket stomping through the snow
She has a couple people that call themselves her friends but how would she know

they don’t hit up her phone 
It hurts her to know that she has no one 
She acts like shes having tones of fun 
But really shes having none 

Sleeping in the woods 
With only a blanket and a hood 
She tries to talk to people but know understood
The pain that she feels when she lays alone in the woods 

You see her everyday a straight d student 
Until you didn’t see her she was gone in a second