By: Kira Bouviea'
I wish I could have known that girl.
The girl that everyone loves.
Pretty and perfect they say
She laughs too loud and says strange things.
They say she marches to her own tune.
People can't decide if she's strange or just plain odd.
No matter though, they love her just the same.
I'd love to meet this girl that they see.
The problem is, you see, they say that this girl is me.
How could that be,
I don't know what they see.
How can that girl be me?