on her darkest days she doesn't talk at all
she sits and she waits for the day to end
all by herself and she's without a friend
she constantly waits for the night to fall
and as her eyes awake her soul feels so small
it's just a cycle of playing pretend
and she's left with a burnt out soul to mend
at last she sleeps like it's her curtain call
but even when the sun sets there is light
like flipping a switch, something inside her flicked
in a life in which she lived for the night
her smile was found in the star that shined bright
Although it was loaded, it never clicked,
which was a sign she did not contradict
