I'm that girl you see walking down the hall,
wishing you were her,
the image of her life gives you a stir.
you think she's so perfect.
not one single defect.
i'm the girl that everyone wants to have the talents of,
the one that God gave her from up above.
the one that seems to have everything in place,
her hair her makeup, just her whole face
but inside.
she's one big disgrace
feeling out of place
her life is no where near perfect
there's so much conflict
she's confused not as amused
as she seems to be
she's confused about how she feels,
which wat her heart tells her to go.
she'll never know.
and she's the one full of hurt.
why do you think she covers her face with so much cosmetic dirt
i'm the girl that walks down the hallways.
wishing i was you.