Look at her eyes as they tell one story

But the lips tell a very different one.

She can look so amazing in all her glory

But listen to her heart beating to a fast drum

Maybe she's just another pretty face

She knows she isn't so pretty though

She knows her rightly place

Her place is among the cawing crows

She's just isn't so strong anymore

She's just another ordinary girl

Look at her, she's on the floor

Can't you see her? She's about to curl.

She might be a not be so strong or pretty

But she's never going to crumble.