Look at her...
Do you see her?
Do you see the scars?
No?
Well then maybe you see
The plastic smile she puts on
The thin copy of her face
That she uses
Just so that you won’t worry about her
She cares too much for you
To open that door
And see what really happens to her
There are closed doors all around her
She wishes she could ask you to save her
But that only makes it worse
Hurry up and save her
Hurry please
Before she closes the door on her life