Who clicks along in her high heels
Everyone knows about those boys
The ones whose hearts she steals
Everyone knows about the girl
Who they watch stand up tall
But no one ever sees that
That girl's not there at all
Everyone knows that girl has style
And has eyes a bottomless black
Everyone knows her hair cascades
Like a waterfall down her back
Everyone knows her mascara holds
As if that was how it’s grown
But no one can ever tell
That it runs when she’s all alone
Everyone knows her pale skin
Is as smooth as the beaches coast
Everyone knows when someone made her
They were trying to boast
Everyone knows she looks good naked
Even in the back seats of cars
But no one see's her rib harp of white
And how she’s layered up with scars
Everyone knows everything
That this girl has ever done
No one knew that girl could get
Her hands upon a gun
Everyone knows that girl
Has a genius' brain in her head
No one knew it would explode
And she would end up dead
Everyone knows she has a figure
For which some girls would die
No one knew she starved herself
Because she took the time to try
Everyone knows she had everything
So how come she died?
Because no one knew that girl...
And who she is inside
