I once knew a girl, Who kissed the sky. Her smile was light, Twinkle in her eye.

But beneath her jovial disguise, There lay another face. A face that fed on lies, A face she could not forsake.

The face grew bigger, Every day that passed. It bulged under her skin, But she still wore her mask.

Every night she filled pages, With her unforgiving hate. For she no longer hid the face, She no longer tried to fake.

As the change made her distant, She started to fade away. So she plunged a knife, And took her life, She no longer wanted to fake.

I once knew a girl, Who kissed the sky. But I didn't know she lived a lie. I didn't know she wanted to die.