I know a girl,
That lives in the dead end of town.
She has thorns in her flower crown,
And is really broken deep down.
It’s a shame that no one notices,
The tears in her eyes,
Or scars on her thighs,
But maybe they just don’t care.
She forces herself to keep smiling,
Even though she knows she’s drowning,
And she might not be able to win,
But for now she is your selfie queen.
She has been going through a hard time,
Not everything is fine.
But it’s not a crime,
To take your time and cry.
She is failing at school,
And is also gossiped about.
Ignored by all the fools pretending to be cool,
Now tell me what you’ve heard around.
Being this age is tough,
And from what I’ve heard America is rough.
But you’re gonna get older,
Soon high school will be over.
It is Hell,
I am going to agree.
But it’s not for long,
Soon you’ll be gone and free.