Her heart was made of gold,
But surrounded in steel.
Her hair red as a flame,
But covered in ink.
Her eyes as blue as the sky,
But turned gray.
All of this goodness,
Turned to dark,
Because of a boy.
Her heart was made of gold,
But surrounded in steel.
Her hair red as a flame,
But covered in ink.
Her eyes as blue as the sky,
But turned gray.
All of this goodness,
Turned to dark,
Because of a boy.