She's pretty enough to get by.
Pretty enough for a small town.
Pretty enough...until I see through to the girl inside.
She means the world to me.
Her anger is cold and deadly,
words sharply cutting into unintended targets,
a massacre upon the snow.
Why doesn't it stop snowing?
And when she laughs the guard goes down.
When she laughs I see agony.
I just need to see her smile.
She means the world to me.
