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She thinks there's something wrong with her,
but there isn't of course.
She's perfect:
From her pale skin to her chocolate hair.
An angel face matches her heavenly smile
and, oh, how those eyes not only peer into the soul, but pierce through it.
It's like you're lying there naked with all your secrets bare everytime she looks at you.

But back to something wrong with her.
Which there isn't, I must say, though I'm a little biased.
She's so kind, always polite, but yet she somehow still has a personality.
Her sense of humor can be at times a little twisted and cruel...
But she would never hurt anybody.
Well, never just for the fun of it.

I see I've gotten sidetracked again.
She thinks something's wrong with her,
Because her friends have stopped calling
Stopped trying to see her
And she feels lonely and awkward.
So she feels there must be something wrong with her.

But there isn't. I've made that clear enough I think.
Intimidation.
It crosses her mind every now and again
She knows that she's attractive
(And that's as far as it goes; she doesn't know how beautiful she really is)
But no guy dares to even approach her,
what with their inexperience and her humble awkward shyness.

She has dreams. High hopes like a candle in the wind.
Except she believes that she can achieve them.
And, if you really know her, you believe she can, too.
The problem is it seems I'm the only one who really knows her,
And I know how much it hurts when those she cares for laughs at her dreams.
It's like tearing apart a piece of her soul to her.
Without dreams and love, she believes that life has no meaning.

She stays up late just to watch the stars and moon.
To make wishes and to dream.
To think of things gone by and things far ahead.
She's restless during the day, wanting to move on with her life,
Tired of the loneliness.
She's afraid of the dark.

Most people like the sunshine, but she never did.
It was nice when you went swimming she thought, but nevermore.
She loved the rain: dancing in it, splashing around in it, and most of all kissing in it.
One of those magical kisses is what she's always dreamed of.
I hope it happens for her.

Thunderstorms were by far her favorite weather, though.
The rush of a thrill when you hear the thunder and see the lightinging.
You'd get a feeling inside like nothing else,
A sense of spirit.
It was like her soul somehow connected to the storm and all her emotions let loose so that all she felt was happiness.
Happy.
She rarely feels that.

She fakes smiles and laughs,
Fakes politeness and the ultimate stone exterior.
She loses herself sometimes in all the lies,
But I remember her as who she really is,
So she always has a way to come back.
But she never really left at all.

Description
She thinks there's something wrong with her,
but there isn't of course.
She's perfect:
From her pale skin to her chocolate hair.
An angel face matches her heavenly smile
and, oh, how those eyes not only peer into the soul, but pierce through it.
It's like you're lying there naked with all your secrets bare everytime she looks at you.

But back to something wrong with her.
Which there isn't, I must say, though I'm a little biased.
She's so kind, always polite, but yet she somehow still has a personality.
Her sense of humor can be at times a little twisted and cruel...
But she would never hurt anybody.
Well, never just for the fun of it.

I see I've gotten sidetracked again.
She thinks something's wrong with her,
Because her friends have stopped calling
Stopped trying to see her
And she feels lonely and awkward.
So she feels there must be something wrong with her.

But there isn't. I've made that clear enough I think.
Intimidation.
It crosses her mind every now and again
She knows that she's attractive
(And that's as far as it goes; she doesn't know how beautiful she really is)
But no guy dares to even approach her,
what with their inexperience and her humble awkward shyness.

She has dreams. High hopes like a candle in the wind.
Except she believes that she can achieve them.
And, if you really know her, you believe she can, too.
The problem is it seems I'm the only one who really knows her,
And I know how much it hurts when those she cares for laughs at her dreams.
It's like tearing apart a piece of her soul to her.
Without dreams and love, she believes that life has no meaning.

She stays up late just to watch the stars and moon.
To make wishes and to dream.
To think of things gone by and things far ahead.
She's restless during the day, wanting to move on with her life,
Tired of the loneliness.
She's afraid of the dark.

Most people like the sunshine, but she never did.
It was nice when you went swimming she thought, but nevermore.
She loved the rain: dancing in it, splashing around in it, and most of all kissing in it.
One of those magical kisses is what she's always dreamed of.
I hope it happens for her.

Thunderstorms were by far her favorite weather, though.
The rush of a thrill when you hear the thunder and see the lightinging.
You'd get a feeling inside like nothing else,
A sense of spirit.
It was like her soul somehow connected to the storm and all her emotions let loose so that all she felt was happiness.
Happy.
She rarely feels that.

She fakes smiles and laughs,
Fakes politeness and the ultimate stone exterior.
She loses herself sometimes in all the lies,
But I remember her as who she really is,
So she always has a way to come back.
But she never really left at all.