Does anybody hear her?
Does anybody see her?
Does anybody see her crying inside and out?
You know, you pray
This can't be the way
You cry, you say
Somethings gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart of mine.
No one can hear her.
No one can see her.
No one wants to be near her.
What happens if perfection isn't good enough?
The day has come and still I never
Ask myself why I love you
As the days go by it seems that I
Love you more than I did the day before.
Well the day has come
Well the day has come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem