She lost all glory inside her heart.
Her world that is torn apart.
She kept trying to let things go.
Something you ought to know.
She was always bullied as a child.
A little untamed, a little wild.
She was forced to be herself.
A little skeptic, beyond a doubt.
To love her, is all she craves inside.
Spend a little more time before goodbye.
She will stare you up and down.
To and fro, up and around.
love her, don't hate her, before she cries.
love her, don't hate her, before you say goodbye.
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