"Hi." Says the girl with the bright eyes.
That pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile.
You can kind of tell that something's going on.
But she's like a skrillex song that never drops.
She'll never talk,she'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today.
Because they're just better kept inside of a fence,inside of a cage,inside of a safe.
Because that's safe for her.
Because they-just..hurt.
And she doesn't know why God sauntered "I hope he's trying."
So people started asking her "what's wrong?"
And she just nods her head.
So I asked her again,"What's wrong?"
