She said he hurt me with his hands
And all her colors turned to grey
She was too young to understand
And she loved him anyway
She said his guilt had never shown
Singing hymns or saying grace
She kept his secret like it was her own
And he kept a smile on his face
The smoke and the mirrors are blinding
Yeah, it's all part of the show
Something inside her is fighting
Is this not love?
She said, they wounded me with words
The glass was stained, the light was scattered
They said love forgives all hurts
As if the hurting never mattered
The smoke and the mirrors are blinding
Yeah, it's all part of the show
Something inside her is finding
This is not love
This is not this is not not love
She says I can't stay here & decay
Walk around mostly dead all day
I see now that this was never ok
And now I can see that their power
Is waning by the hour
I can't stay this kind of crazy
Whoah
The smoke and the mirrors are blinding
But the cracks have started to show
She says, I don't know what I do believe
But I know what I don't
Whoah
