It’s not your fault
Hey little girl, don’t let your hair down. Do not let him see you cry. Better you keep it deep inside and play the silly clown. Smiling so gladly, but feeling so sadly because he can’t be found. He’s painting the town. So make sure to pretend how great it has all been. Keeping pushing that square peg in the round of your head because you gotta fit in to the mold that spells win.