'Cos all that you are, Is broken inside, But they'll never know, they'll never know'
Hush, baby don't cry,
Just get through this night,
Overcome
Cos all that you are,
Is broken inside,
But they'll never know, they'll never know
Don't think that they'll change,
They push you away,
Far from home,
Cos all that they are,
Is broken inside,
But they'll never know, they'll never know.
Don't you cry, tonight
Rest your weary eyes
Cos all that you are
Is broken inside,
It's nothing you can change,
It's nothing you could hide,
It's nothing you could hide.
Pink flowers and bows,
Is all you should know,
And summer days
Cos all that you are,
Is beautiful child,
But they'll never know, they'll never know.
So, Don't you cry, tonight
Rest your precious eyes
Cos all that you are,
Is beautiful child,
It's nothing they could change,
It's nothing you can hide,
It's nothing you should hide.
Cos all that you are,
Is beautiful child,
But they'll never know, they'll never know. -They'll never know, Ross Copperman.
Broken things can be beautiful, too. In fact often they're more beautiful. They're certainly more interesting.
I'm so glad it's Friday. Feels like we've been back 4 weeks not 4 days. Today's not been particularly good. Chemistry coursework is going to kill me. *falls asleep*
