I know this girl,
She\'s an individual,
Not prep,
Not emo,
Not Goth,
Not punk,
She has her own style,
her own way of life.
She doesn\'t care what people say,
She just doesn\'t listen.
But then one day,
A little birdie told me,
This girl fell apart,
A boy broke her heart.
Now she lies in her bedroom,
she never sleeps,
Stains on the floor,
Scars on her skin.
Where did she go?
The girl that never cared,
She\'s hidden under darkness,
Behind her blackened eyes.
She\'s torn,
She\'s broken,
She was pushed to extremes.
He told her he loved her,
& left her in tears.
