Snowglobe Girl
Why was I born into this?
Do I deserve an ivory tower?
So when I leave for the day
a silver tongue lost it's power?
Bruise me, cut me, kick me
With words sharpened for bite
You've become my Achilles heel
While I'm your love's Kryptonite
Others on the street won't look twice
because I walk with the crowd
Trapped in my head; booby-trapped heart
I'm struck deaf by the quiet so loud
I'm the snowglobe girl, frozen figurine
in a mad, mad world
the rug's been been pulled too many times
for me to be surprised when I'm hurled
You've broken me once
wrapped around your finger - a baton
I'm no automaton;
I
CAN
HEAL
You've broken me once
wrapped around your finger - a baton
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