Doubt
She’s so smart
She’s got the answers
Fallin apart,
Like a girl with cancer
Never sick
She is strong
It makes her tick
when she is wrong
She is wrong everyday, in every hour, in every way
Has no clue what to make of her aching heartbreak
Her soul is lost in the black shadows of her desires
Her sad mind is full of grey illusions and liars
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
Losing her mind
Dubbed as brilliance
Left behind
Has no resilience
What she wants
Is so unclear
Echoing taunts
Of her darkest fears
She is dying from her pain, from her thoughts, going insane
With dashed dreams and forgotten hopes erased from her brain
Doesn’t know who she is or where she’s going
And she feels that her agony will never stop growing
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know
Why she ever thought herself so low
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