She wears a mask, strong and confidant
But inside she’s a scared little girl
And everything she has is resting on a house of cards
And just the tiniest gust of wind could blow everything over
She’s walking in a land of personal turmoil
And she has a big infusion
Of some grand delusions
That tell her she should be bad
Cause the world is too real, too harsh
And it hurts to breathe
And she wonders if one moment of adventure
Is worth a lifetime of despair
Cause the candle blew out when she saw the palm reader
And she fears the worst is yet to come
And her only friends are the stars
But the one inside her is collapsing in on itself
Cause God make her pure with
A past of unforgivable mistakes
And her light is androgynous so no one can see it
Her inner spark has become a grenade
And the man in the moon was swallowed by the tides
Controlled by the woman who owns the satellite
And night or day, in sun or in snow,
Nature tells her she will be bad
That which is lost
Can’t always be found
She will be good
When she’s put underground