Remember the girl sitting all alone?
The child with flaws that can't be undone?
The one by the tree at the park down the road?
They thought she was bigger, than she was bold.
Someone people neglected, hated and didn't even care.
A kind little girl that ran everywhere?
The one with a heart made of gold?
People don't care about that anymore.
Why would they care?
Is it only us?
It's not just our town,
I think it could be anyone.
She wouldn't even hurt a fly.
She's probably the only one kind.
I've met more, but none of them would try.