The girl who wasn’t there


She watches when nobody’s home,
She sees all, with a sad little stare,
She cannot help but feel alone,
That girl who wasn’t there.

You don’t listen to her cries,
You don’t really care,
She turns her face towards the skies,
That girl who wasn’t there.

Her tears fall scarlet down her face,
It’s all too much to bear,
Stains her dress made of lace,
The poor girl who wasn’t there.

She isn’t there again today,
So don’t try to stare,
She is gone; she couldn’t stay,
That girl who wasn’t there.

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