She's strong, she's beautiful, she's wise,
But no one expects her heart made of ice,
She's persistent, she's artistic, she's nice,
But no one really knows what she hides,
In the back of her purse, in between the sheets of her mattress,
There are the answers, there's all the madness,
In the last pages of her notebooks, in the back of her canvas,
There are her secrets, there's all the badness,
She's weak, she's exhausted, she's silly,
Not minding if she way seem bitchy,
She's cold, she's rude, she's fishy,
Not caring if her decisions may seem shitty,
Apply your makeup, put on a smile,
Don't let them see your lifestyle,
Seem perfect, at least just for a while,
Don't let them doubt who you really are,
She's weak, she's selfish, she cries,
Tired from escaping from all her lies,
She's hopeless, she's offensive, she dries,
Tired from all her sleepless nights,
Sharp glass, spiteful moves,
Here lies all the hurtful proof,
Broken hearts, nasty told truths,
It's time for her to stop hitting snooze.
