When you look at her face When you hear her pace.
The darkness in her eyes The way she tells lies.
Then you know now for a fact That ,
Something is not okay.
The way she is sat Without giving anyone any sort of eyecontact.
The way she shows no light The way she doesn't fight.
But If you ask for her name That might all change.
In a world that is not fair You could care.
So you do.
You say, "Is everything okay?"