There is a glass girl,
One touch will shatter,
This reflection is her world,
Nothing else even matters.
But reflections are reflected,
An image not real,
This reflection is respected,
'Cause it mirrors how she feels.
Perhaps she feels alone,
Than she is by herself,
She feels she has no home,
Homeless in reflection as well.
This is her reflection,
How her world works,
Tired of redemption,
I am the Glass Girl.
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