She had a life built in truth
Filled with promise and hope for something new
But how many times did she chose
The roads to walk down that would tear herself in two

Oh delicate girl
Get ahold of yourself
So many boys
You forget what you felt

Now she sits here alone
Cold and haunted by the past she calls her own
This life has withered her soul
She gives herself out trying to feel whole

Oh delicate girl
Get ahold of yourself
So many boys
You forget what you felt

And when she looks at you
She looks through your eyes and past your soul
Cuz what she wants from you is not deep inside
No not at all, not at all

Is there hope for this heart
Or are these actions only just the start