Precious to god

She puts on her smile, just like the lipstick that she wears,
She gives herself amnesia to anaesthetise the shame,
She knows it isn't real, but she can't afford to feel...but there's something her soul can't forget.

She can use a smile just like a barrier,
She can count the pieces of her heart,
She can say her prayers and she knows all the right words, but she doesn't know how to feel precious to God.

She knows it doesn't help to pretend to be asleep,
She knows there are secrets daddies have, that little girls must keep,
But she doesn't know where children go when home is where the hurt is.

She can use a smile just like a barrier,
She can count the pieces of her heart,
She'll be anybody that you want her to be, but she doesn't know how to feel precious to God.

She can use a smile just like a barrier,
She can count the pieces of her heart,
She can say her prayers and she knows all the right words, but she doesn't know how to feel precious to God.