Thousands of gossips that only her teddy knows
Millions of jokes she makes to which she laughs alone
You won’t notice how she screams in her silence
Whatever happens, she’s used to fixing it alone.
Her fingers where a perfect ring should be
they seem rough, dull, ugly and empty
She has come so far for you by losing herself
Poor girl, she’s just a hopeless romantic!
She wants to move out of the bar set by you and others
She has had enough of this suffering and hell
Her heart ignites for rebellion, eyes show its rays
But the emotional blinds cannot see anything, can they?