Just a soul trying to find its way through life.
One, two, three - then you're dead.
She walks through her life as a shadow, forever feeling on the brink of death.
The look of desperation on her eyes goes unnoticed my all; she goes unnoticed by all,
But thank God because if she can't be beautiful she wants to be invisible.
What do you think?
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