She looks so good to you
Because you don't know her past.
She came here with a paper and a suitcase.
You don't know me either.
Even though you think you do.
You don't know the shame inside me.
The pain inside me.
The scars inside me.
The fight inside me.
The hope inside me.
The future inside me.
The light inside me.
You hurt me so much
When you like her better than me
Because you don't know me at all.
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