Weakening smile,
dulling eyes,
There's the girl who's dead inside.
She mopes, she shouts,
she cries, she pouts,
shes immune to the lies
'cos shes the girl who's dead inside.
You can tease and stare,
laugh at her hair,
'cos shes the girl who's dead inside.
Snigger at her friends and what she wears,
she won't care..
'Cos shes dead inside
You called her names,
you played mean games
and now shes dead inside.
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