The outer appearance doesn't console the broken spirit

Everyone sees a girl beautifully independent

Inside a little girl is dying of wounded self

Aching for love and acceptance from anyone

Running fast to danger and more pain

Looking to people who only like her in vain

There's more to her than a pretty face

She just never found her home, never found her place

So she roams the streets and numbs the pain with drugs

Searching desperately for the fix; the only fix is love

She can't love herself she's done so much wrong

The hate she carries for herself never ceases at night or dawn