Good Girl
No one wants to see the good girl die
So they turn their heads when they hear her cry
So when she looks to the sky and begs to know why
They look away
Knowing she won’t live to see the day when the answers are clear.
No one wants to see the good girl die.
When the good girl disappears
All that knew her will finally see
The good girl wasn’t there at all
She was lost in the world of lies
Confused who was on her side
And who just wanted to ride.
Turning to things that make it clear
Letting others use her
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