But when does she cry

When everything shines like the sun,
with those glistening beams.
It will always go back to what they say,
she isn't what she seems.

She looks elegant and beautiful,
polite and kind at heart.
Someone worth every single minute,
someone you don't want to part.

Ring, a ring o' roses,
pocket full of lies.
Rewind this little music box,
cause no one heard her cries.

Full moon shining,
throughout the black night sky.
How'd she end up like this,
we always wonder why.

She's an ugly little duckling,
covered in many masks.
Rumors and insults,
Confidence in which she lacks.

Ring, a ring o' knives,
purses full of lies.
restart our own little music box,
yet this time they'll be too late for her cries.