On the off chance that each star in the sky chose to kick the bucket this evening, I would in any case go through my darkest hours with you. Something in you sparkles More brilliant than the sun.
All you see is a smile all on her face Or how she walks with elegance and grace How her giggling echoes noticeable all around Also, how the breeze moves her hair You see her lips painted in red You see the tiara put on her head You see all that she gives you a chance to see However, what you don't see is the genuine 'she' On the off chance that you truly need to see her, draw nearer See her tensions, choked together Take a gander at her tears, she shrouds them better Take a gander at her spirit, a shriveled blossom Close your eyes, on the off chance that you need to see more Would you be able to see that torment, there is part more These befuddle lines you feel on her arms They are the follows, of her shrouded scars See there in the corner, her heart is lying see it is dying, however hardly any crying Tune in to the privileged insights, she whispers in obscurity Hold her hand and you'll feel a start Behind the surface there's a great deal to see Somewhere down in her eyes there's a shrouded riddle