She has strawberry blonde hair,
she has had it all,
but deep down inside,
she wants to curl up and ball.
She has a cheating boyfriend,
she may even be pregnant,
her grades are falling,
and has been neglected.
She may look beautiful,
she may look rich,
she looks like a s**t,
and even a b***h.
I watch her from far,
she doesn't look great,
she's always a-hidden,
and always so late.
Her clothes are all fab,
she rules the school too,
she has the "perfect life",
there's nothing she can do.
Everyone will judge her,
and everyone lies,
sometimes she wonders,
if it's better she dies.
She puts up a fake smile,
a wink once or twice,
but maybe inside,
she's dying of lice.
She cheats on her tests,
because she can't try,
she laughs a bit too,
and makes up a lie.
People will hate her,
and some will be obsessed,
but deep down inside,
she's dying and depressed.
Her T-shirt is hott,
nor a zit to complain,
her heart is too small,
and hides behind cocaine.
Her parents are mad,
fighting like hell,
she lives off on beer,
and her laptop by Dell.
She hates all her friends,
they don't understand her,
when they get drunk,
their words are a slur.
She hates getting drunk,
she wants to go to college,
she wants to be smart,
and grow a new knowledge.
But she can't afford much,
even when she says so,
her heart is a-glowing,
and a little to grow.
Maybe she'll try,
and maybe she won't,
she wants to subscribe,
but friends all say don't.
She pulls out a cig,
she's going insane,
but deep down inside,
she only feels pain.