She wakes up everyday
But she doesn't know why.
Six o'clock on the dot
To beat the sunrise.

She'll brush her teeth,
Comb her hair, and
Put on some clothes.
Baby blue jeans and
A shirt from long ago.

This girl is pretty,
Pretty as a rose,
With her blue eyes,
Blonde hair, yet no one knows.

She'll go through the day
With a smile on her face.
Yet she'll hide from the sunlight
Because she thinks she's a disgrace.

She dreams of the day
Where she finds where she fits.
Until then her life is falling to bits.

Everything's going wrong,
But she'll never show
With that smile on her face
Only she will know.