Lift your chin girl, keep on lying;
Fake a laugh girl, hide your crying;
Come on girl, just keep on going;
Ignore the pain your heart is showing;
Hide the cracks beneath your skin;
Don’t show them you’re paper thin;
Patch your flaws, pretend you’re whole;
Swear you never sold your soul;
Lies and lies is all you’ll tell;
And they’ll buy every lie you sell;
To them your small and weak at heart;
After all you’re still stuck at start;
Your feet in quicksand, you can’t move;
You’re still stuck, can’t improve;
But you aren’t weak or frail at all;
You’re just cornered against a wall;
But to my poor girl of glass;
I swear one day this too will pass;
Maybe not soon, maybe not fast;
But one day this will be your past
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