Her beauty subtracted by an inner vibe;

One scratch of pain and the the glass has shattered;

Give her your eye catching attention, 

Listen to her pouring out her heart to you,

But do not ever doubt her beauty,

Shes a teenager, self-conscious inside, 

Single but looking for someone better, 

Someone who can make her laugh,

Yet someone who she can bleed for, 

Someone who makes her cry for joy, 

Is that you, Mr Right, are you there?

Someone come pick up the pieces, 

Of my broken glass, 

Fix me. Doctor.