With her heart on her sleeve
there's no turning back.
She locks it away
and she tries not to grieve.

She blends in around
and she soon becomes lost
until she sees a boy
with a familiar sounds.

A sleeve for his heart?
Wasn't that strange?
She had been like that,
she pulled hers apart.

She watched as he struggled
to keep his attached.
But the world kept pulling
and the heart was smuggled.

He took his box and she followed him home.
She stared and she watched
as he opened the box
and pulled out a large stone.

His heart was gone,
his sleeve was so bare!
He screamed and shouted
he cried, but not for long.

The girl had run home
and fetched her own box.
She knocked on his door
and was no longer alone.

He didn't have his
and she didn't want hers
so she gave it away
and that's how it is.

With their hearts on their sleeves,
this girl and this boy
live together forever
or so it would seem...

They hide while you're sleeping
and come when you rise.
They come from the weeping
and run from your eyes.

You escape while you're sleeping
with such a surprise.
The thoughts you'll be keeping
are dripping with lies.

You wish you were sleeping
so you could forget.
You want to stop weeping
and have no regret.

Can you always be sleeping?
You know that you can.
You need to stop weeping,
but not by that plan.

You won't always be sleeping,
you won't always smile,
you won't always be weeping,
but you'll live a long while.

Why does she feel
like she doesn't belong?
Why does she feel
like none want her near?

Why does she feel
like she's always unwanted?
Why does she feel
like she's just and annoyance?

Why can't she feel
like she's happy and important?
Why can't she feel
like she's free to be herself?

But she can be herself!
So why does it matter
what everyone thinks of
the girl full of thoughts?

One simple sentence
is all it could take.
But I'll give  you nine words
to answer your questions:

She shouldn't feel,
she can feel,
it doesn't matter.

She sits in her room
and dreams of her friends.
She's free and she's happy --
she's wanted and loved.

She smiles, she laughs
the opens her eyes
as her heart fills with dread.
It was only a dream.

She walks through the halls
and she puts on her show.
She smiles and laughs
but they'll never know.

She feels so alone,
she feels so left out,
she feels like she's lost,
unless she's with them.

Did she even belong?
Would she ever really know?
Could she ever be a part?
Or would she be unwanted?

Then came the day
when her dream came true.
Finally, she believes.
Finally, she belongs.

The girl who was glass
with her heart torn in two
was afraid she would shatter
if she just dared to choose.

She cried till she slept--
it was all that she did,
until the day came along--
until she ran and she hid.

Her choice never made,
her mind still in thought.
As the townspeople worried,
she was found and then caught.

'Your fight has been fought,
your battle is done,'
the townspeople called
as the banged on their drums.

She wept and she moaned
as they yelled in her ears.
They told her to choose
but it would bring out her fears.

She said one single name
just one single word.
The townspeople gasped
and then came the birds.

They pecked at her eyes
and cracked her glass skin.
Then she knew that her fears
would finally win.

The girl who was glass
with her heart torn in two
was afraid she would shatter
if she just dared to choose.