Lil gurl lil gurl,
Who are you really?
Some days, you're euphoric;
Singing, dancing, making fun of all.
On days you're depressed,
You produce dark sounds and uncanny expressions,
Lashing out at all around you.
Are you an angel or a demon?
Young one young one,
What is it you really want?
The fame?
The fear?
The elation?
The fun?
Are you just a slave to desire?
Lil gurl, young one,
Listen...
Just listen for a moment.
There, there, it's your innocent inner voice.
It's screaming "I'm hurt, I'm scared".
So tell me, do you hurt to cover your hurt?
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