Her
You know that picture of a girlOut in the coldHer hair like fraying threadHer lips slightly ajarHer cheeks so colourlessThey're almost translucentHer breath screams innocenceAs the window in front of herSlowly becomes blurryWith the thought of taking revengeUpon the poor girl?
You know that picture of a girlSo lost; so fearlessShe thinks she can go it aloneThat she can dismiss the windGuiding her elsewhereWith no thought but her ownResulting from nothing but a subtle rend In her past?
Do you know that girl still smilesEvery day of her lifeShe feel blessed.
When the fog clearsAnd sunlight reflects from that windowHer dazzling, freshwater pearls shine throughAnd the little, untouched gap between them lets you knowIt's her.
You know that picture of a girlSo lost; so fearlessShe thinks she can go it aloneThat she can dismiss the windGuiding her elsewhereWith no thought but her ownResulting from nothing but a subtle rend In her past?
Do you know that girl still smilesEvery day of her lifeShe feel blessed.
When the fog clearsAnd sunlight reflects from that windowHer dazzling, freshwater pearls shine throughAnd the little, untouched gap between them lets you knowIt's her.
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