I once knew a pretty girl
Her body was perfect
Blue eyes and long, blond hair
If only I could be like her
The boys loved her
The girls adored her
If only I could be like her
Her daddy left them
Her mum was a drunker
Nobody can be perfect
I didn’t knew about the scars, the tears and the fear
I didn’t knew what she did after school
Just wanted to be like her
I once knew a pretty girl
She died in her own room
With the knife in her hand
Hope I don’t end up like her
Jemy 03.05.2005
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