Dreaming of the days she wished she had,

She regrets the ones she really lives.

Wanting to be rich, beautiful, and loved,

She hates the money she spends,

Her brown hair and eyes.

She laughs and laughs,

When someone says they’ll be her friend.

She avoids all people,

And never tries to look her best

For what’s the point of looking good,

If no ones there to see her?