A quiet little flower,
An intrinsic kind of girl
A little bit lonely,
Her thoughts are often in a whirl
She's quite antisocial
Very shy, you see
Never goes anywhere,
Quite a sad character indeed
Time and time again, I've tried to break her from her shell
But alas, she prefers the security of her own personal hell
She really can't go on like this,
Holed up in her nest
She's got to stretch her wings and fly, forget about the rest
It breaks my heart to say it,
But she's really in a mess
Charlotte, the quiet little flower
Is unfortunately hopeless.
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