Poor girl behind the glass
Reflections of her own past
Tears falling down porcelain cheeks
As she's left plastic to feel weak
Who would have thought this her task?
The girl behind the glass
She never asked any of this to occur
Or for any one to do anything for her
That anyone would stand and gaze
As she was locked in her minds own special maze
She pressed her hand to feel some heat
That's some may return her to her seat
The girl behind the glass
The one with the oblique past
Stood trapped behind her transparent wall
She had broken a few or more rules
The girl stood alone hated
An image of what you created
Poor sad girl behind the glass
No cracks for her to get past
The sand of time begin to fall
As spectators stand around pointing as they call
They still can't get through the glass
So I guess the poor girl behind the glass
Should be left to fade fast....
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