No one sees what's hidden behind her door.
She never lets them see her heart of flesh.
All they ever see is a face of stone.
But that doesn't mean she's not affected;
It just means she can hide it well.
They've never seen her inside those walls
Cause she can only be her when she's by herself.
As soon as the leave, her mask comes off,
And her face of stone crumbles away.
If she ever unmasked where they would see,
She'd constantly be raining on their parade.
No, she'd much rather be vulnerable when they're not around;
There's no one to probe when she's alone.
It's rare she finds someone who loves her and he scars;
Most just want to change her--even in her own home...
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