She used to cry herself to sleep at night And lie up wondering where things went so wrong And she would find every smile that much harder to fake Everyday left in doubt by the ones she loved
Alone and afraid she bore the saddest of eyes And the makeup she wore is just a clever disguise And although beauty's skin deep it underneath what she hides It’s lament and despair that left their scars like a knife
What a forsaken lonely soul She is…. Just like a gravestone grey and cold And then… In time she'll crumble, crack, and fold But now…. There stands a girl who turned to stone
A marble cast remains above a shallow grave It seems the hardest part of living are the bonds we make
She used to look at herself in the mirror To see reflecting back a ghostly hue Merely a face without a name because nobody knew her She was passed by everyday 'Cause they could see right through her
We still carry on and never wonder why There stands a figurine ever eroding with time But she was more than just another monument on display It's like her name and epitaph were only ever bound to fade
A marble cast remains above a shallow grave It seems the hardest part of living are the bonds we make/break