Echos

Who is this girl that I see? The pretty one, right in front of me She's beautiful but no one sees She's just a shell, an illusion of whats to be The cuts on her wrist are just the begining Of a sad story with no ending She doesn't talk much so nobody hears About her troubles and her fears I want to help her but I can't figure her out She is an enigma throughout I want to hold her and tell her it will be okay But she doesn't see me anyway But I will always be here So please, oh please don't go away