Lyrics

A lonely child divorced from teenage sex and novelties She didn't have the smile to make the prom queen With stomach pain she followed on with her wretch routine And all the time we watched her melt away Time slips Harsh words Thighs Breasts I wouldn't treat a girl like that With that magic size and swollen eyes everything comes true Take the manic ride a magazine disguise may your dreams come true With your circus mirror and bottled tears your body is a tomb It's a modern world and you're a modern girl may your rest come soon Now a troubled wife a battered woman forced insecurities She didn't have the smile to mask the hurt inside Throughout her life she was told who she was supposed to be And all the time we watched her melt away