That Girl
You see that girl over there
Yeah the one with curly hair
Always has a smile so bright
Only until midnight
You see that girl over there
She has so many problems but no one cares
Always puts others feelings before her own
Only hers' can never be shown
That girl over there is the me
Yeah that girl is the old me
I am proud and face my fears now
No one can talk down to me
Cause that girl over there
Will never be seen.
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