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Kiara Weeks


Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover


That girl who sits quietly in class
Never saying a word, too scared to ask
You find her annoying, you joke with your friends
About why that girl's quietness never ends

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around about her
But her life will never be the same

One day you decide to confront her
You want to know what she's hiding
But she just laughs and turns away
Nervously trying to hide her tears

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around her
But her life will never be the same

The day you tried to find out
The day you just wanted to know
That girl came home crying
That girl just couldn't cope

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around her
But her life will never be the same

The next day she isn't there
The day after she still hasn't returned
A week goes by until an assembly is called
And that girls story is told

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around her
But her life will never be the same

That girl that you laughed at
That girl that hid her tears
She had no real mother or father
She had no family at all

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around her
But her life will never be the same

The day you asked her
The day she wouldn't tell
She went home and ended it
She went home and gave in

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around her
But her life will never be the same

Now you're at her funeral
Now the truth has come out
That girl was not just quiet
That girl was lonely and frightened

But you don't know where she came from
And you don't know her real name
You laugh and joke around her
But her life will never be the same

You know why they say don't judge a book by it's cover
You know maybe you should of realised
That the girl you joked about
Was a lonely, helpless girl who just needed a friend.

Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2009
Edited: Friday, September 11, 2009

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