Once upon a time there was a girl
She was strong, yet she was weak
She always spoke, yet she did not speak
Life was just a game to her
And she no longer wanted to pretend
So it seemed fit that she meet her end
That was, until she met a nice guy
His nice smile and his nice face
His pleasant eyes, his good grace
She scowled and grumbled
Her whole life was upset
For butterflies flew every time they met
But she knew it wouldn’t happen
It wouldn’t do to deny
So that night, it seemed, would be her goodbye
The end
