She accepts you for what you are
But you judge her of her scars
So she dealt with her pain in an unorthodox way
but at least her sadness went away
Sure the scars may be a reminder
But she doesn't want to forget her past and leave it behind her
Their like a lid on a jar of recklessness and illusions
But when the lid comes off be ready for a sea of confusion
For you will find a past of blood and tears
Mixed with a little bit of endless fears
You might have never heard her cries
Or even seen the depressed looks in her eyes
But thats why you judge her so well
She never let you know how far she fell
Sure she trips and stumbles
But she never let you see her fumbles
And now that you know her life
Will you still misjudge her and give her so much strife??
