She used to cry herself to sleep at night
And lie up wondering where things went so wrong
And she would find every smile that much harder to fake
Everyday left in doubt by the ones she loved
Alone and afraid she bore the saddest of eyes
And the makeup she wore is just a clever disguise
And although beauty's skin deep it underneath what she hides
It’s lament and despair that left their scars like a knife
What a forsaken lonely soul
She is…. Just like a gravestone grey and cold
And then… In time she'll crumble, crack, and fold
But now…. There stands a girl who turned to stone
A marble cast remains above a shallow grave
It seems the hardest part of living are the bonds we make
She used to look at herself in the mirror
To see reflecting back a ghostly hue
Merely a face without a name because nobody knew her
She was passed by everyday
'Cause they could see right through her
We still carry on and never wonder why
There stands a figurine ever eroding with time
But she was more than just another monument on display
It's like her name and epitaph were only ever bound to fade
A marble cast remains above a shallow grave
It seems the hardest part of living are the bonds we make/break
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