She smiles and laughs,
She's happy, it seems.
But hidden underneath,
She's haunted by her dreams.

Each day is a nightmare,
Each moment a pain.
She's waited here forever,
But no one ever came.

On the outside she's laughing,
Inside she's crying.
She's perfect to you,
But her soul is already dying.

Stuck inside a moment,
She's locked inside her head.
Her heart may still be beating,
But to her, she's already dead.

She's perky, she's preppy, she's ready to please.
She hides it well,
Don't you think?
Get ready, get set, she's already gone.

On the outside she's laughing.
Inside she's crying.
She's perfect to you,
But her soul is already dying.

Do you dare to try and find her?
Rescue her from herself?
I didn't think so.
But still, she's waiting there for your help.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Valnuary, in the year 395 AF.