A lonely girl will dream of love
But a broken one will hate its fate
A dependant ache inside your chest
A violent desperate change
There may be a million ways you want to love me
But not a million ways you could
Time will open your eyes to reality
And with each passing moment you’ll see
I’m not the girl you believe
There’s a beautiful idea inside your head
But I’m not made to fit that shape
I can bend and move but not change my frame
So if I try I know I will break
I’m not pretty and painted, no delicate grace
No natural beauty or porcelain face
Just clumsy and dented, a bit
Torn and rough around the edges
There may be a million ways you want to love me
But not a million ways you could
Time will open your eyes to reality
And with each passing moment you’ll see
I’m not the girl you believe
There’s a beautiful idea in your head
But I’m not made to fit that shape
I can bend and move but not change my frame
And trying will force me to break
I’m clumsy and dented, a bit rough
Around the edges, not smooth enough
To fit your shape, I could bend
I could move, but I would rather
Be lonely then face a violent, desperate fate
I'd rather be lonely than break,
I'd rather be lonely than break
