There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh
She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what it wrong
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass
The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
As she laughs when they tell her
'Who's on First Base
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's so sad that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh
Her friends tell her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
For her imperfections
There was a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last
She wrote a few notes:
'I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up
You couldn't save me anyway..
And to the girl in the back of the class,
Who feels the way I did..
How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more..?