Little girl in mother's pearls
Sitting at the dressing table
Talking to the lipsticks
And the polishes
Like they are people
Then She sees her father in the doorway
Looking on in adoration
But the little child
She starts to cry
For what she mistakes
As humiliation
Why is it that we don't understand
The workings of the heart
Not written by hand
There's no rules to follow
Nothing set in stone
Maybe that's just why we get it wrong
But I'm trying to build the bridges
Trying to find a way
To pass by all these misunderstandings
That seem to rule our lives
I just want to know
Why you cry when you're happy
And smile when you're sad inside
You don't need to hide
In the streets she passes shops
At every window she will hover
Looking at the reflection
She has hated
Since she can remember
Mother's sad eyes sympathising
Trying to give some reassurance
But her daughter responds
With hateful words
Seeing non-existent criticism
Why is it that we dont understand
When we're paranoid
We're only hurting ourselves
Learn to lean on others
Then you won't need to act so strong
Maybe then we won't get it wrong
But I'm trying to build the bridges
Trying to find a way
To pass by all these misunderstandings
That seem to rule our lives
I just want to know
Why you cry when you're happy
And smile when you're sad inside
You don't need to hide
Why is it that we don't understand
The workings of the heart
Not written by hand
There's no rules to follow
Nothing set in stone
Maybe that's just why we get it wrong
Maybe that's just why we get it wrong
