Googly eyes, seran-wrapped paper flowers,
Pretty jar candles litter the streets,
Her eyes are so dark, her voice is so cold,
Her hair is so long, and her spirit is old.

She's crying tonight, seeing if You can hear.
She's dying tonight, death is drawing near,
She's wondering softly, if she's still awake,
And if she is, where is her heart?
Does she have a heart at all?

Kissy lip stickers, magic secret codes,
Flutterbye Bunnies up above her head,
She's standing at the mirror, hating herself,
She's thinking how disgusting can one person be.

She's hating her face, how it shows no emotion.
She's hating her body, how it reminds her of nothing.
She leans forwards into the mirror,
Asks her eyes if she's in there somewhere.

She's crying tonight, turn your ear this way.
She's dying tonight, life is an inch away.
She's wondering softly, if she's still alive.
And if she is, where is her heart?
Does she have a heart at all?

Class pictures, handwritten pages,
Plastic sticky frogs leave behind stains,
She's lying outside in the milky night.
She's letting her tears freeze to her face.

She's telling herself it'll do her some good.
She's telling herself she'll go inside soon.
She looks at the stars and sees her breath,
Asks them if the answers are with them.

She's crying tonight, whimpering slobbery mess,
She's dying tonight, don't ask me - guess.
She's wondering softly, if she's still human.
And if she is, where is her heart?
Does she have a heart at all?

Is my heart just sleeping, or is it dead?
Is my heart still beating, somewhere within me?
I can't see my soul, I can't feel it either.
I'm lost.

And nothing magical has come to rescue me.