That Girl

I'll be that girl
With the hair in her face,
At the back of the bus..
Who just looks out of place.

I'll be that girl
Who keeps wondering why,
The world keeps spinning..
As she falls down to cry.

I'll be that girl
With the fake stuck-on smile,
Who is shaking inside,
But laughs all the while.

I'll be that girl,
Who pretends to be real.
Who locks up the pain,
That just doesn't heal.

I'll be that girl
Stuck in a maze,
Of swirling mist and darkness,
Of lost hopes and haze.

I'll be that girl
At the end of the day,
Who is lost in her mind..
She won't be okay.

So, Do you really want to be that girl
With the hair in her face?
Do you want to know the pain,
and always feel out of place?

Do you want to be that girl,
Who keeps wondering why
The world keeps on spinning,
Then waving goodbye?