We started out blind, thought that it was fine, but the deeper I looked the more I saw into your eyes. But on the inside I can't bare to see a not so pretty girl starin back at me. Don't turn your back to the past. It's a fairy tale you know won't last. You can't runaway from tomorow, with sorrow, I have to go. A pretty face, a pretty face to play the part of a smile to mend this broken heart. Now I can't find a way to make this right. I can't seem to find a way to win this fight. So now my broken heart will sit all alone so now this broken heart has a broken home.