Miss That Girl


Miss that girl, she used to always smile

She loved talking to her friend and hanging out

She loved to smile

Loved to talk

I do not understand what is wrong

She cries herself to sleep

Can not even stand her own reflection

Sure she looks fine on the outside

But inside, can you not see she is dying

She fakes her smile

Fakes her laugh

Hoping no one will see her pain

All she wants is someone to save her

She keeps her feelings locked away

Fearing they will break her

As the night gets darker

She sheds one last tear

Before falling into another nightmare.


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