(Whisper-sung)
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
Pretty girls are insecure too
They want to keep the look
Keep the weight down
Clear skin, perfect smile
Don't be scared to fly
Un-tie the ropes
Holding back your wings
You are beautiful
Like a dove in the sky
You are so pretty
Like a dove in the sky
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
What makes tears fall down
Words prick at you
Like blades on your wrist
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
Pretty girls struggle too
With thought that tell them
They are not worth it
Telling them their worthless
Oh little dove
Un-tie the ropes
Holding back your wings
You are beautiful
Like a dove in the sky
You are so pretty
Like a dove in the sky
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
What makes tears fall down
Words prick at you
Like blades on your wrist
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
And she knows that
She is pretty both ways
She wants to fly away
Oh little dove what makes your cry
Oh little dove you are so pretty
She wants to make herself happy
Putting herself first
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
What makes tears fall down
Words prick at you
Like blades on your wrist
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
Oh oh oh
Don't cry my little dove
What makes you hurt
Don't cry
My little dove
