We all know that one girl.
Who seems like shes made of glass, but you cant see through her.
You would never guess that she's already shattered if you saw her, she looks so happy.
But if the glass wasnt fogged up, And if it was crystal clear.. You would see everything.
Her scars, Her pain. But shes glad the glass if foggy, She's glad the room is full of mist.
It helps her hide better, And that's why she stays in the mist. So no one will worry.
So no one will be scared, because if you saw what shes gone through, And you saw what she hides, No one would like her.
When the sun comes up, And the mist goes away, You can see right through her. Her glass isnt foggy.
And so she looks at you, with tears in her eyes. Because she knows you saw, And now shes afraid. You weren't supposed to see it.
So she sits there, Cracking even more. Until shes nothing,
But a broken pile laying in front of you, Crumbled on the floor.
