Story Of A Girl
Tired eyes filled with blue and cold
Tell a story once untold
A girl of beauty so magnificent
Her conscience once was so innocent
Until the day she met a boy
The one with the ability to give her joy
The one who made her laugh so long
The one who tore down her walls, so strong
The one who filled her eyes up so quick
The one who knew such devilish tricks
She gave him her life and gave him her heart
Not knowing he could tear them apart
She gave him love, so warm and pure
Not knowing there wasn't a heartbreak cure
So the boy took her for a blinding ride
Knowing around his finger she was tied
She loved him fully, purely, and true
Of his intentions she had not a clue
Until he bruised her and broke her, crushing her heart into the ground
Throughout all this she made not a sound
Her once-outstanding beauty became now dim and dull
He once remarkable innocence then became null
The poor young girl never really had a chance
Her hopes never fulfilled of fairytale romance
The old, tired eyes tell of a girl, now long gone
The story is done, the piece been sung
And over the saddened pupils the lids are drawn.
Tell a story once untold
A girl of beauty so magnificent
Her conscience once was so innocent
Until the day she met a boy
The one with the ability to give her joy
The one who made her laugh so long
The one who tore down her walls, so strong
The one who filled her eyes up so quick
The one who knew such devilish tricks
She gave him her life and gave him her heart
Not knowing he could tear them apart
She gave him love, so warm and pure
Not knowing there wasn't a heartbreak cure
So the boy took her for a blinding ride
Knowing around his finger she was tied
She loved him fully, purely, and true
Of his intentions she had not a clue
Until he bruised her and broke her, crushing her heart into the ground
Throughout all this she made not a sound
Her once-outstanding beauty became now dim and dull
He once remarkable innocence then became null
The poor young girl never really had a chance
Her hopes never fulfilled of fairytale romance
The old, tired eyes tell of a girl, now long gone
The story is done, the piece been sung
And over the saddened pupils the lids are drawn.