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She walks down the corridor,
with a frown on her face
she hopes that one day she’ll find a better place.
She walks past the people acting it out,
The things she does
She ashamed about.
She hides for the day,
Knowing the facts,
By this time tomorrow,
It won’t be an act.

She walks down the corridor,
Covering the scars
what she did that night,
her eyes fill with tears,
her faces hides her mask,
the people watch her,
acting it out.
They call the emo
They call her names,
All because she’s different
she doesn’t feel the same.
She walks down the corridor,
The very last time
Her tears are falling,
she doesn’t know why
She runs through the corridor,
opens the door,
Running home slowly,
So she can be ignored.
She runs into the house
Grabs a knife
Runs to her bedroom
No more life tonight.