She wakes up in last nights makes up, hair a mess still wearing her dress, she's such a beautiful disaster.
Pale skin, bright eyes the world in the palm of her hand still she runs and hides. Such a sight to see in the eye of her beautiful disaster.
Dressed for work or dressed for play the smile on her face give absolutely nothing away. They look and they stare they wonder if she's really there but she's lost in her own beautiful disaster.
She has so much to offer yet she shows no emotion. She keeps her heart on lock. Very few friends even less family no one understanding her beautiful disaster.
Her talent know no bounds and still she feels unworthy of all of her plans why oh why must she be such a beautiful disaster.
