There is a girl behind the curtain,
A girl behind the mask.
She always is uncertain
of what to say or ask.
She's a wonderful little spirit.
She's always so alight,
but although you cannot hear it,
there is something not quite right.

Her heart beats oh so lightly.
Can you hear the muffled sound?
She thinks it would be unsightly
if she ever came around,
cause when she opens slightly
dismay is usually found.
So she holds that curtain tightly,
to drown out her heart's pound.

There's a girl behind the curtain.
Can you hear her muffled cries?
There's a girl behind the curtain.
Can you hear her every sigh?
There's a girl behind the curtain.
Don't look her in the eyes,
lest she'll run away,
and there she'll stay
behind the curtain,
behind the curtain.