she looks beautiful in her package,
she's tied up with colorful strings,
the paper's a little ripped apart
one of her corners stings
she's stuck in a wrong image,
captivated in a lie
she's swallowed in a shallow untruth,
in some brain-manipulated cry
behind a self-built wall
some screen, not to break through
offending with her defence
fading one's colours with her blue
blind for all her beauty
deaf-mute for all one's screams
afraid of what couldn't hurt her,
shattering her dreams
no matter what one tries to tell
no matter which touch
no matter which buttons one tries to press
no matter how many, no matter how much
shedding tears, not even salt
crying water, without a taste
for she hasn't got a single reason
for why she cries' a total waste
she hides away the secret
she covers the beauty deep inside
she's scared to be broken,
to open her heart up wide
too hard for her to trust someone
too hard to accept
she prefers the easy way,
cover the beauty she's always kept