Take a look at her,
I'll tell you some things,
Some things you'll never figure out,
Because she likes to hide them inside.

Nobody knows why,
She sits around and cries at home.
She likes to sit in the dark,
And she doesn't answer her phone.

Would you ask her what is wrong?
Would you fight her fight,
Tell her good-bye and so long?
Or would you make everything right?

Can you pick up her pieces,
Put the puzzle back together?
She looks to you for comfort,
Please don't let her down.

The key to her heart,
Is now in your hands.
Hold it tight and smart and
Don't drop it out of your hands.

Find a warm place to keep it,
Maybe right next to yours.
It's a little broken from all the s*,
But she is giving you what's left of it.