Old Fairy Tale
You knew her as the girl
Who always seemed to be smiling.
Now shes the girl
That seems to be dieing
On the inside.
She had a smile for you
Every day.
Now she sits in the corner
Thinking her days away.
Pink was her
Favorite color.
Now she'd rather where black
Than any other.
Her smiles are rare,
But who would even care
To notice?
You knew her
As your girl
Now the memories seem to be
An old fairytale.
Who always seemed to be smiling.
Now shes the girl
That seems to be dieing
On the inside.
She had a smile for you
Every day.
Now she sits in the corner
Thinking her days away.
Pink was her
Favorite color.
Now she'd rather where black
Than any other.
Her smiles are rare,
But who would even care
To notice?
You knew her
As your girl
Now the memories seem to be
An old fairytale.
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