Long brown hair and big blue eyes

Put together by make-up

Covered by lies.

Her fabric made of a mended hole

What more is left?

Just a broken down soul.

Full of exhaustion from being someone she's not

But now its time

So break free from this plot.

In her dreams she laughs and she sings.

She has good friends

What more does she need?

But in the morning, when she will wake

Her real smile fades, it's back to fake

So why does she hide her soul from the world?

With your briecase and apathetic eyes,

What would you do to this gripping girl?