There's a girl that sits in front of you during class.

She's sad, but no one thinks to ask.

Her hair hangs in her eyes,

Masking her tears, giving her disguise.

She went home alone today.

She didn't look back, there was nothing to say.

Her mother found her hanging from the tree

Where she once climbed and scraped her knee.

Now she wears a necklace of rope,

She was strong, not afraid of letting go.

 

 

 

There once was a girl that sat in that open seat in class.

She was sad, but no one cared to ask.

Her hair hung in her eyes,

Masking her tears and giving her disguise.