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There she goes,
Sitting at her table,
And through her mind she wanders.
Thinking; "Will I ever be good enough?,
Will I ever be wanted?,
Will it always be this rough?"
She hates the way she thinks,
Trying to hide the tears: she blinks,
and with that; inside she sinks.
"I can never show them my tears"
"I can never show them my fears"
"I can never show them the way I really feel."
No, not in this hell of a place -
because they'll never think it's all real.
She knows what they'll do,
they'll tell her they care,
but she'll still feel blue.
Now she keeps thinking, "Will I always feel this way?
Why won't it just go away?"
But tonight she'll start over,
She'll pack her bags and promises herself: "I'll be sober."
She won't tell anyone,
She'll just make her way to the big, free city -
Leave every one she knows, so she can be alone.
And with that, the clock strikes twelve,
She steals the money off the shelf,
and in her mind, she began to delve;
But more than anything she hates herself.
Knowing she can't stay here anymore,
She sneaks herself out the door -
On her way to the city:
She feels so shitty,
But she does this so, to everyone,
she doesn't feel like such a chore,
And so she will never have to deal with anything, anymore.