I was 16 when i wrote this. Around the time I got pregnant with my Lore.
Lips painted with red, eyes lined with black, it's what they see.
Look a little closer. Look into her eyes; tell me what you see.
A young scared girl? Alone and sad.
If only someone would look a little closer, someone could save her.
But, no one really SEES her. Or her pain.
They look quickly and soon forger the face of that poor scared young girl.
If only they had noticed her. If only someone had looked a little closer and showed interest in the person she rally was.
Someone could have saved her.
Lips painted with red, eyes lined with black, it's what they see.
Look a little closer. Look into her eyes; tell me what you see.
A young scared girl? Alone and sad.
If only someone would look a little closer, someone could save her.
But, no one really SEES her. Or her pain.
They look quickly and soon forger the face of that poor scared young girl.
If only they had noticed her. If only someone had looked a little closer and showed interest in the person she rally was.
Someone could have saved her.
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