The story of a matchstick girl
They called her so pretty. Flawless with olive skin and the most pretty ocean like eyes and camel like eyelashes. She carried wood to build her home and cut them on her own. Gathered twigs and thread to tie her wood together.
Oh how lonely she was. Pretty white wedding dress and long rippled hair running down her back. If you look into her eyes you can see she's still haunted by her past. If you look at her lips, you'll know they're still dry and miss those kisses. If you look at her whole, you'll see she's so scared and scarred.
If you really look at her, you'll know she's not what she is. She's that hidden phoenix, who'll rise from the ash you left her in. And when she soars, she'll reach great heights. And when she soars, she'll leave you behind. When she soars, she'll be loved.
For all they saw in her was a beautiful matchstick girl. No one asked why she was collecting wood to build her home.
Oh how lonely she was. Pretty white wedding dress and long rippled hair running down her back. If you look into her eyes you can see she's still haunted by her past. If you look at her lips, you'll know they're still dry and miss those kisses. If you look at her whole, you'll see she's so scared and scarred.
If you really look at her, you'll know she's not what she is. She's that hidden phoenix, who'll rise from the ash you left her in. And when she soars, she'll reach great heights. And when she soars, she'll leave you behind. When she soars, she'll be loved.
For all they saw in her was a beautiful matchstick girl. No one asked why she was collecting wood to build her home.
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