There is a girl.
She acts happy and silly;
A black smile that makes you feel guilty
For being sad in any way.
But under her eyeliner are salty stains.
And under her many bracelets
Are white scares
And angry wounds.
She plays each rejection of like
It was just a stupid crush,
But inside she's dying
For someone to love her.
There is a girl I tell she's perfect
And then turn back to my work.