There are girls made of glass With bones that can shatter Be careful when you touch For the shards may just scatter
Their eyes are glassy and broken Their mouths are sewn shut but their wounds are open Their skin is a suit that they hate to wear They claw and they bite and they viciously tear
They silently scream and pull at their hair Icicles pierce through their throats But they don’t seem to care The more they starve the more fragile they become They live in the darkness of winter, and never see the sun The light is forgotten and they ache and they and shiver Their sore spines quake, and their lips violently quiver
They live in puddles of misery, they beg you to touch The fingers of the sun just burn too much The fingers of helping hands can never reach quite enough
There are girls made of glass With bones and hearts that can break Be careful when you get too close For death comes closer every breath they take.