She dressed a little bit differently from the rest, and they told her that she was wrong.
And she loved to wear sweaters during the summer, but they laughed and made a joke out of her.
Now she's somewhere alone, and she's stuck singing this song that I wrote about her.
I've tried to keep her from falling apart, and she smiles even though she's got a heavy heart. She says she's okay, but I know that she's not.
Woah.
She hides behind a paper grin, and she just can't stop her tears from falling.
They tell her she's a disgrace.
She's lost and can't find her way.
A broken soul behind a pretty face...
Yeah.
She's fallen from grace.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.