Girl With A Paper Heart

She was born into a world of empty promises and silent hours

Painting pictures of a life she only deams of but never aloud

She'd say I dont really know if this life is meant for me

I don't really know what it is I'm supposed to be

You don't think I see but I see and my eyes are wide open

She's the girl sitting in the dark, tears drying on her paper heart

Colours run and the pictures fade and loose their shape

When she's far away, in a better place.

She longs to stay but there's no way to escape

Hope it seems is a dying art

Said the girl with the paper heart.

She's the princess of her empire of imagination, she is adored

Sitting barefoot, cold and hungry on the kitchen floor and being ignored

She'd say I don't really know if love is something real

I don't really know what it is I'm supposed to feel

Somewhere in my heart I believe that the answers are written

She's the girl sitting in the dark, tears drying on her paper heart

Colours run and the pictures fade and loose their shape

When she's far away, in a better place.

She longs to stay but there's no way to escape

Hope it seems is a dying art

Said the girl

And every step she takes, she fades into the drawings that she makes

And every story that she shapes, is another place to stay

She's the girl sitting in the dark, tears drying on her paper heart

Colours run and the pictures fade and loose their shape

When she's far away, in a better place.

She longs to stay but there's no way to escape

Hope it seems is a dying art

Said the girl with the paper heart.

The girl with paper heart.