She walks down the hall.
Looking down, not meeting eyes.
She sits in the front of the classroom,
Looking like she's paying attention,
But day dreaming about things she can only imagine.
What she's doing,
Where she's going,
What she's thinking,
And the girls only thinking about the past
How many times she has been hurt.
The number of times shes been beaten
The amount of people that walked out, with no goodbye.
People say don't let your past effect your feelings today.
But what if your past controls today, and tomorrow.
Like someone else is controlling your every move.
You're the game on the screen
People have the joystick wrapped around their thumbs
Making you do stuff and think stuff you don't want
So you fight back,
You keep fighting those "demons" that infliltrate your days
But when one goes away, another one seems to appear.
Sometimes you want to let them win
But then you realize you're in so much more control
She's stronger than appeared.
Give her a battle,
She'll win the war.