Who is that girl
That's always there
But no one seems to care,
Who sits and waits all alone
For that one person that will know,
That knows what it's like
To not be wanted,
That seems so happy
But is hiding the pain by smiling,
That hides there scars
While their mom is out at bars,
Who has a family full of liars
And is use to hearing police sirens,
That doesn't mind being themselves
And doesn't care when I'm myself,
Who's been around abuse
And is afraid of being used,
Where the cuts on their arms become so numb,
You forget how people think your dumb.
She is that girl
Who's been through hell
But no one can tell,
Who's waiting for that one person
That knows her all to well.
