She was released, replaced.
Just another copy.
She was only traced.

And those words;
Empty and bland.
That she said, were nothing.
But poison to her.

And she acts as required
And do what everyone else desires.
Who she is she'll never know
But this is the path on which she chose to go.

She walks ahead, not thinking or caring if she is ok.
Just worrys of what she has to do to stay liked everyday.
No-one cares to ask her how she really feels.
She hides her tears and keeps it sealed.

She is a copy.
She is a puppet to them.
She goes on not caring if she's happy at all.
She follows the trends and spits the poison out to them again and again.

Nothing ever changes
This is her chosen path.
This is her fate.