She cries
All alone
Her little heart
Too small for stone
She says, "Bring on the ghosts that haunt me"
For they are all alone
They know every word
Of every lie she's heard
They will glue her broken pieces
Back together, make it better
Until she falls apart
Until she gets much older and a little bolder
To protect her little heart
All alone
Her little heart
Too small for stone
She says, "Bring on the ghosts that haunt me"
For they are all alone
They know every word
Of every lie she's heard
They will glue her broken pieces
Back together, make it better
Until she falls apart
Until she gets much older and a little bolder
To protect her little heart
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