Somewhere in the city, there was a girl in a red dress
She looks at life in some kind of beautifully twisted way
She looks down, upset, depressed
As she ponders in the white room
She could feel all of the tension like there were so many eyes on her
She couldn't fathom the kind of pressure that everyone had enlisted on her
Alone
Lost
From the outside, she seemed beautiful
However, on the inside was a different story