Oh how innocent she must feel,
standing tall whilst others kneel.
Picked herself up when she fell,
she's an angel sent from hell.
She flips her hair,
to pretend theres no care.
It's all a just one big nightmare.
She feels like bitch
and wants something more,
she spots the door
but feels stuck to the floor.
Things aren't the same,
it's one big game.
She'll try again some other day.
She searches for a mirror
or something to help her see,
then through shock and hurt,
I realise that bitch is me.
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