Oh, Holly.

Oh, Holly
So thin, so pretty, so confused.
Oh, Holly
The perfect girl for being used.
You act like you know everything
For everyone you meet
But you're lost and you're scared
Little girl, you're incomplete.

Oh, Holly
With your over-sized glasses and your dark hair
Oh, Holly
You're so busy faking that you can't care
You wish that you were perfect
But what could be the cost
You run away from who you are
Little girl, lost.

And you think that no one sees
The sadness in your eyes.
You fill your past with fictions.
You're drowning in your lies.
Feeling mean reds everyday,
Play 'Moon River' every night.
When ya gonna give up, Holly?
You could be all right.

Oh, Holly
With your many men and your fake friends.
Oh, Holly
All that you can do is play pretend.
Wear a little black dress
And light your cigarette.
Go through the motions everyday.
Do you feel better yet?

And you think that no one sees
The sadness in your eyes.
You fill your past with fictions.
You're drowning in your lies.
Feeling mean reds everyday,
Play 'Moon River' every night.
When will all your games stop, Holly?
You could be all right.
You might be all right.
You will be all right.

-Caitlin Reed, 2010 (c)