She stands there
(alone)
With her raincoat on
I bet you cant see it
cause its invisible
(just like her pride)
She yells sometimes
(out loud)
With a handbag in her hand
I bet you didnt notice it
cause it is camoflauge
(just like her tears)
She dies a little
(gracefully)
With a penny in her palm
Nobody ever mentions it
Cause it is hidden
(just like her beauty)
Birth sign: Scorpio
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