The girl struts down the hall in her mom's perfume
in spring when flowers are in bloom
She sees her old friends who now conceal her doom
She puts on a smile, tries to hide her gloom
Her makeup caked on to hide her face
She goes home each day, cries in her mom's warm embrace
She is the school disgrace
her steps try not to be of retrace
This isn't the life that she had chose
She is nice to everyone she knows
her smile shines and glows
despite all of her treacherous foes
fake friends and phone numbers galore
"Did you see her eyeshadow? That little whore"
She went up to the 3rd floor
She couldn't take it anymore
When she was gone they would all make amends
when the media asks about all the sleepovers they had on weekends
and as her life ends
She realizes it would be so much different if she had friends
