She has a clam for a soul.
As soon as you reach inside her,
try and find who she is,
She closes herself up
She has diamonds running through her veins,
gold for a heart,
iron for a brain,
But all she ever knows is tears
She went to Niagra Falls and turned the water
She may be broken but
That doesn't mean she can't be fixed
She spreads laughter,
She spreads love,
But she can't give herself any.
The birds in her head stopped chirping years ago,
Right when the sky turned gray
And the smoke drifted in.
She's tells herself she's happy.
If she's happy then why does she
Have to be forced
To get out of bed
Because she is not happy.
cobwebs are caught in her throat,
Flies and mosquitoes
Lurk in her mind,
Lurk in her soul.
But this could change.
If she's told that she truly is
Made of precious ores,
Truly is loved,
She can finally be