January 12, 2000
With dreid roses and egg-shell white walls.
Ordinary walls will be her doom,
If no one catches her from this fall.
With dried tears on her reddened cheeks.
She's not made of girly frills and curls.
A man to love her is what she seeks.
With an unordinary girl.
This is a girl that's full of gloom.
All of this brought on by the world.
Trying to find words for her sorrow.
No one in this world understands.
All her sadness no one even knows.
And crazy posters on the white walls.
The pain in her head turns into rage.
Her mind travels through those empty halls.
They're just like her sad and empty heart.
She stares at the beautiful white moon,
To leave and not to think would be smart.
She's still an unordinary girl.
And no matter just how much she cries,
Her mind is still in such a great whirl.
With an unordinary girl.
This is a girl that's full of gloom,
All of this brought on by the world.
This is an ordinary girl's room,
This is an unordinary girl,
It's an ordinary girl's room,
A black pen, and this poem in her hands,
Crazy scribbles all over the page,
The empty halls lead to empty rooms.
But no matter just how hard she tries,
It's an ordinary girl's room,