There's the girl you hate,
The girl you see in a happy relationship,
Holding her boyfriends hand,
Kissing his cheek,
You despise her,
Loathe her,
Hate her.
But you don't know her.
You don't see the marks under her long sleeves.
You don't hear what happens behind closed doors.
When her wonderful relationship turns dark and cold.
When he raises his hand to her.
And she stays inside for a week,
To let her black eye return to normal.
You don't know the situation she's in.
When she thinks leaving her life behind,
Would be better then staying in the life she has now.
You hate her.
You hate her.
Even when she dances in heaven,
You hate her.
For no reason.
