She was just a little girl who only wanted the world,
but you were too great to hold on,
So she took her pain and wrote a song.

She was just a child who wanted it all to herself,
but everyone else refused her beauty,
So she looked in the mirror and made herself a cutie.
She entrusted the lies she was told so many times,
but those lies were so unholy to the ear,
That it became her greatest fear.

And see that your the Devil she sees when you tossed her away,
like the cigarette you drained the life out of,
Claiming it was all out of love.
Would you still look at her when all the beauty is lost in her eyes,
when the world has left her bare with only the secrets and lies.

She was a girl left to bleed out while we all watched,
we seen nothing in her but just a pile of rags full of pity.
But I remember when she was so pretty.

So shall I pass her by like you do,
Or shall I be the one to show her love like the many few.