Shoulders back
head held high
a point in her toe
a smile in her eye

She holds her composure oh so very well
but she's hurting inside
and no one can tell

Her laughter is loud
her attitude proud
Her clothes are the finest
her beauty is timeless

She holds her composure oh so very well
but she's hurting inside
and no one can tell

she sleeps on silk
and drinks warm milk
She bathes in rose water
She's adored by her father

She holds her composure oh so very well
but she's hurting inside
and no one can tell

while she's alone she cry's all the time
sadness and gloom envelope her mind
she sobs on her silk sheets
and bites her cheek 'til her teeth meet

Her name is Jane Doe
she is someone I don't know
if you'd saw her you glower and think she has it all
but piece by piece her composure must fall

She stumbles over her words and fights the urge to bawl
yes piece by piece
her composure must fall

Jane Doe doesn't smile
doesn't hang around for more than a little while
Jane Doe seems unusual not like her self
she's hurting inside and everyone can tell

She still holds her composure, just not as well
she's hurting inside
and no one will help
She's Had Enough
She's Had It Rough
She's Given Up Hope
So She Goes For The Rope.

They All Saw It Happening, Yet nothing was said
she was hurting inside
now Jane Doe is dead.