Through the beautiful porcelain face,
A girl who shows so much grace. 
Beyond the makeup and painted lips,
Or the nail polish on her fingertips.
Theirs a girl who cries at night.
Who suffers and in fright.
In the morning she hides her sadness,
Pretends she’s happy and full with gladness.
But in her heart she wants to cry,
To run away and hope to die. 
But none of this ever showed 
In this little girl we use to know.