I know a girl,
who looked a lot like me.
Do you know who she is?
She is oblivious.
A willow tree, a beast in disguise,
from the only person she doesn't understand.
Herself,
who's everything but wise.
I know a girl,
who has a heart made of shards.
Little pieces of everyone else,
dig deep, dig hard.
Down to the little pieces of her heart.
How often she falters,
stumbles and falls.
As often as dried leaves wrinkle and rust.
Crushed,
into the littlest scraps of brown.
never known,
never found.
I know a girl,
who was a lot like me.
A thorn in her smile,
a stab in her frown.
Of girls, and of her own.
It is as hammer upon glass,
paper upon water,
wrists upon knives,
theif upon hives.
I know a girl,
who's words are often made out of roses,
though thorns cut into those of her own kind.
who's words are made out of glass.
though tips slice into the hearts of many.
Obliviously.
Intentions overlooked.
I know a girl,
who knew that being.
Just wasn't good enough.
who knew that talking,
caring,
showing,
leads her to wrong places.
and of the hurt and sorrow she marks
on everyone's faces.
TUNING INTO: Patrick Watson - Man Like You
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