With a young fragile heart
Reality was forced down her theoat
She held on to its thorns despite the cuts
When it pierced the insides of her palms,
She pursed her lips to shut the woes down

She was faint and weak
She was lost in those big old clothes
Entangled between it's threads

Her little eyes, too young for reality
She became the master player
In a game of tears.
But what...