there was a girl whose heart did grow
she loved and loved but we all know.
that when she loved the whole world round
they spit, and stomped her to the ground.

she learned to hide her heart away
it never saw the light of day
she locked it up and tossed the key
and oh this girl, well she was me.

the first cold day at summers end
the laughter of her closest friend
they'd bring a smile to her face
but fail to touch a deeper place

she did find joy in little things
but then her heart would cut the strings
her friends they pulled her up for breath
yet she was plagued by thoughts of death