There's a girl
Who's 13 years old
And doesn't know she's beautiful
And this girl
This fragile girl
Is scared of being alone
She's so scared
That she won't let us in
Because she doesn't want to hurt us
This lovely girl
She doesn't realize
That we think she's perfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly human
Perfectly.. Perfect
When she pushes us
Though we will never go away
She sees herself in the same way we did (do?)
Unfixably broken
Completely unwanted
And left for dead on her own
And her porcelain skin
Is plastered with strawberry stains
And she moans on her own in the night
And every morning
The sun rises and the birds sing
And we patch her up and hope she'll be alright
Because we understand
We've had our turns on this ride
We're just hoping the ride ends early
She'll be weak
But we'll hold her hand
As she walks from the coaster
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
There's a girl
Who's 13 years old
And doesn't know she's beautiful
And this girl
This fragile girl
Is scared of being alone
She's so scared
That she won't let us in
Because she doesn't want to hurt us
This lovely girl
She doesn't realize
That we think she's perfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly human
Perfectly.. Perfect
When she pushes us
Though we will never go away
She sees herself in the same way we did (do?)
Unfixably broken
Completely unwanted
And left for dead on her own
And her porcelain skin
Is plastered with strawberry stains
And she moans on her own in the night
And every morning
The sun rises and the birds sing
And we patch her up and hope she'll be alright
Because we understand
We've had our turns on this ride
We're just hoping the ride ends early
She'll be weak
But we'll hold her hand
As she walks from the coaster
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