She's the girl that would rather sit alone
Writing poems
That'll tear apart your soul
Dark eyes that have no regrets
There is no reason to fret
Tear stains scattered across her face
To bad it's all her mistake
Look in her eyes
You'll see the lies
The lies she could not hide
Nor keep inside
She rather die
Then to feel the pain
Of this cold treacherous game
They smile deviously as she bids her last goodbye...
