This Girl

I'm not the girl you think you know.
I'm not the girl you did.
Those girls are gone,
Far away from here.
It's time to shut the lid.

Shut the lid and locked the box;
It holds her wretched heart.
It's safer now -
Safe from you.
It can't be torn apart.

You tore apart her wretched heart
And now it can but heal.
Then maybe someday
Someone worthy
Will finally break the seal.

So until then this girl will stay,
And guard her treasure box.
For there are those
Who'll try to break,
Break through my sturdy locks