When I get home Wash off my makeup Take off my fancy clothes Look into the mirror And see myself for the first time today. One broken girl Is who I really am I'm full of cracks And soon to fall apart.
Would you love me, even when I'm so broken? Would you keep me, even though I'm so cracked? Or will you abandon me, when you find out the truth And leave disgusted by the truth?
Are you willing to love the shy, broken girl Instead of the outgoing, popular one? Will you love me to the core Or do you only love my outside? Will you love my true self Or do you only love my mask?