| Behind her porceline smile | |
| There's no joy | |
| Her reflection is foreign | |
| The curtain drops | |
| Time to be what they want her to be | |
| The colorful mask | |
| Shields her from this vanity | |
| My beautiful flower | |
| Is what they say to me | |
| Lotus Flower | |
| Behind her porceline smile | |
| There's no joy | |
| Her reflection is foriegn | |
| They watch this girl | |
| So close her eyes her smile | |
| But they don't see | |
| Her life crumbling around her feet | |
| Living off the will of others | |
| Through their eyes dreams | |
| She is a Lotus Flower | |
| Behind her porceline smile | |
| There's no joy | |
| Her reflection is foreign | |
| Who will need her? | |
| Who will hold her? | |
| Who will love her? | |
| Who will hold her? | |
| Who will need her? | |
| Who will love her? |