She sits alone
Waits to be noticed
By someone that could
Actually care
She's always noticed
But always lonely
And she hates
That all they
Seem to do
Is stare
She has the makeup on
The high heel stelletos
And the wicked cool purse
And when she walks
She makes the boys talk
Oh the way she knows
How to flirt
She can flaunt it
Cause she has it
And it is hers to show
But when it all comes down to it
She is left to feeling
Nothing but low
Everyone has that one
They have been searching for
But love was only a game to her
Simply nothing more
She picked up boys in schools
And played with them
Like her dolls
And then she would wonder
All through her days
Why they never seemed to call
She never reached out to another
Because there was nothing
There she felt
And now that she realizes
Love is skin deep
She has to find a way
To love herself! |
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