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She'll turn up the music to tune out their cries,
and she'll cry the hardest she's ever cried,
to maybe get some sleep tonight,
and she'll sit on her own on the yard,
because she can't face faking a smile,
and she'll scream in to her pillow tonight,
to make sure she doesn't break down at school tomorrow,
and she'll laugh to conceal her tears,
because telling the truth is just too hard,
and she'll pound the walls relentlessly to maybe feel at peace,
just another day lying to herself,
she'll pile on the eye-liner to cover the bags under her eyes,
and she'll stay quiet,
to hide the little girl inside,
and she'll love the feeling of the water on her skin,
because its the one time she doesn't feel cold,
and she wants someone to care enough to look beyond the surface,
but appearances are all that matter,
so she'll smile,
just like you want her to ...
