There is a girl In the front of my class Who I swear I've never seen Do anything but laugh She's tall and she's smart Beautiful and strong And when someone's down She tries to fix what is wrong How does someone so perfect, Feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns And still want to hurt more... How does someone so loving, Learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade As if her mind isn't dark enough There is a girl In the front of my class Who's eyes are glazed over Like newly cut glass The ghost of a smile Hints at her face And she laughs as they tell her "Who's on First Base" How does someone so perfect, Feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns And still want to hurt more... How does someone so loving, Learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade As if her mind isn't dark enough There is a girl In the front of my class Who's sad that you find it rare To see her smile or laugh Her frends tells her jokes Like that one with the guy But all she does is close her eyes And enter her mind How does someone so perfect, Feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns And still want to hurt more... How does someone so loving, Learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade As if her mind isn't dark enough There is a girl In the front of my class Who yesterday took The breath that was her last... She wrote a few notes: I'm sorry Ididn't say, But my mind was messed up, You couldn't save me anyway... And to the girl in the back of the class, Who feels the way I did... How does someone so perfect, Feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns And still want to hurt more