There is a girl
Who I swear I?ve never seen
Do anything but laugh
She?s tall and she?s smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone?s down
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who?s eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass
The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
As she laughs when they tell her
'Who's on First Base'
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who?s so sad that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh
Her friends tell her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn?t dark enough
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
'I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up
And to the girl in the back of the class,
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more ??
Sorry about the spacing guys I hope it's not too big of a problem. There was an issue with spacing :)