Her eyes are the soul of despair, She listened to the world last year. Ugly. Fat. Unfashionable. Eew! Gross! I know a girl whose pillow was wet everyday. She'd say, "I'm okay," Yet her pillow soaked her tears every night. I know a girl who cried because of you, And you and you and you over there. I know a girl, I could give you her sketch I could give you her pain I could give you her fears But only and only if... You could make her smile.