Disclaimer: Does anyone even read these things anymore? I don't own Gundam Wing (obviously).
This is a short, sweet little poem about Dorothy. Don't flame me, I kinda like her okay!
She's the type of girl who catches your eye the second she steps into a room
There's something in her eyes that scares you but you can't tear yourself away
And she's beauty and there's mystery and you can't explain her misery
The proud front, the pretty face, the far off eyes- she so far gone
Do you love her, fear her, hate her, want to hurt her, think you can take her?
Are you really that stupid? Look again, she's a killer
A bloody broken little girl, forced into her woman's mind
Don't think she's a victim; she's not just a product of the times
It's never quite that simple, no she's never been that simple
Dark and cold, confused, complex, alive, the walking dead, dangerous
She says "don't cry for me", but she can't do it herself
She screams "just kill me now" but she wishes she could do it herself
But she'll go on, after all without her wounds who was she any way?