Fool like always, searching for the love around.
Taken for granted, yet giving her all to the one always.
Dieing inside, smiling outside is her trait.
Weak she looks, tired she is, but standing strong is what she is always.
Wish someone heal her pain, wish someone hold her hand.
Alone she lives, but in company she will be alive for sure.
Strange is the world around, yet blending in is what you called “she” for sure.