She has no pigment in her cheeks, so she can't blush,

but somehow she still manages to have blood-stained lips.

She doesn't think for herself as others dress her paper doll body,

but somehow she still manages to cry devil's tears.

She has no importance, so her strings become tangled,

but somehow she still manages to fly away home.

She shows no emotion, just a broken heart,

but somehow she still manages to want to die inside.

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They don't notice her blood-stained lips, their eyes blind,

but somehow they still manage to whisper behind her back,

They never see her devil's tears, she doesn't let them,

but somehow they still manage to make silly assumptions.

They never fly home with her, because her home is in her head,

but somehow they still manage to keep her away from theirs.

They turn away when they see her dying inside, bleeding,

but somehow they still manage not to care.