I see the world
A theatre of smiles...

I struggle to find
A sane place...

Every time a tear touches my face
I welcome it to fall with grace...

One small child sits playing
Her parents are outside...

What is my greatest virtue?
That I love you no matter what...

They said that they were untouchable
That not even God could break them apart...

I’ve come to really hate myself
I look in the mirror and all I see...

A small suitcase
Sits at the door...

So who am I
As my identity stands...

Tearful again tonight
Just trying once more...

I was never a pretty girl
Never had the right clothes...

Is it cold there,
Hiding in your shell...