I'll toss you this plastic smile. A poor disguise for the sorrow behind my eyes. I know you've seen it a thousand times because you're wearing a smile that matches mine.

Do you remember feeling whole, feeling innocent? Before you sold yourself for survival, before the horror stole the best of you? Nothing left of the girl in the family photograph. Reality crushes childhood dreams as the years pass.
Now you've got survivors eyes that have seen too much and you can't replace whats lost.
Do you remember feeling whole, feeling innocent? Before you sold yourself for survival, before the horror stole the best of you? I always wanted so much more for you.