I once knew a girl, who wrote with mascara,
Because, she could find no other use for it.
And I once knew a girl who kept her canvas blank,
Not by choice, but by default.
And I once knew a girl, who was built with a thousand colours,
The shades clashing, what was right, and what was wrong.
And I once knew a girl who wanted to die laughing,
Choking on the endless ocean of her blood.
And I once knew a girl who would walk behind her friends as they passed the mental hospital at the night's darkest hour,
And she'd say, "I'll be killed first, I'll die protecting you."
And I once knew a girl who was fearless of common fears,
She'd walk on, through the dark.
And I once knew a girl, who wanted everything,
Everything that had nothing in common with the last,
And I knew a girl who got tired of answering the same questions,
Reciting the answer as if it was 0+0= infinity.