This Girl

This is a song I made and it has a meaning to it or basically a lesson.

Look around,

Look around.

Cant you see?

There's a girl sitting on a playground swing.

She's nothing much,

With those deep hazel eyes,

And her brown hair falling on her shoulders and sides.

There  are boys walking by,

They laugh and stare,

The girl just wants to disappear.

They don't understand,

That one day,

The girl will be something else.

She,

Doesn't see it,

And they won't now.

This girl is beautiful,

Someone to rule the world.

It may seem invisible,

But this girl,

This girl,

Is someone.

Moving on,

To the future,

Nothing has changed.

The girl just holds everything in.

And those cuts on her wrists,

Should show the hate,

From the others that put her down.

The boys still laugh,

The girls still talk,

Her family hurts her mental state.

And no-one sees,

That deep within,

She's beautiful.

So beautiful...

Dun dun,

Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Dun Dou-oo-oo-o

Shadows of the past,

Memories so fast.

He..

He sees,

He looked around.

Hello,

Hello,

I see you there.

Hello,

Hello,

Come here.

Hello,

Hello,

I like you...

Please be mine...

She looks at him.

She can't believe he wants her,

Nothing special,

Nothing New.

Her throat is caught,

She nods a yes.

And,

That girl,

That girl.

Is new.

This girls is beautiful,

Someone to rule the world.

It's not invisible,

It's plain to see.

That,

This girl,

This girl.

Was always someone.

Now they see,

What she can be,

But she's too much for them,

And she's,

Taken.

So,

Look around.