Am i pretty enough now?
she stands in front of a mirror...

I can see a problem
an imperfection i cant rearrange...

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She sits down with all her mates...

Crushed by your soft touch
melted by your smile...

As i sit all by myself
thoughts of you entered my Head thinking of how...

You didn't know what you were going to do
when u did what u did that night...

Dig your knife into my soul
make me bleed and cry...

They all though that
the cuts were real...

There she sat just all alone at lunch
hoping a friend would maybe come over and say...

I have only ever wanted
just to be loved...

When i die
i don't want pity...

I am a girl
wishing i could leave...