Can't you see she's a girl with a kind soul?
She's the kind of girl,
who will push her problems aside,
Let the demons inside of her cry, and tear her apart,
If you're standing in a one a street,
with the monsters in your head,
She'll run to you,
push you out of the way,
and take the impact of the oncoming train.
Even if she is lying on your floor,
broken, battered, bleeding from unseen wounds,
She'll always be there for you,
to tend to your wounds first before her own.
At night, when nobody knows,
she'll cry out her pain, unable to sleep,
Feeling all alone,
simply on her own,
wishing desperately she had someone to save her.
She'll always just be,
the girl with a kind soul,
looking to fix others hearts before her own.
