It’s really me


Little girl walks down the hall,
It takes a lot to maker her fall,
She laughs, She cries, she does all that,
No one knows what's really under her hat,
She thinks about him all the time,
Even though she says she's fine,
She wants some hope,
She wants some peace,
She wants away from all this heat,
Little girl walks down the hall,
It takes a lot to make her fall,
What they don't know,
What they don't see,
Is well, that little girl,
Is really me.

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