Every night, right before bed.
Fresh tears fall, and she bows her head.
She thinks of days, before, and thinks about days after
Days when maybe she'll be happy, and they'll be laughter
But, now those days seem very far away, out of her grip
More tears fall, and she tries to stop crying, by a bite of the lip.
She crawls into the bed
Wishing she wasn’t born, and was dead.
Those days when she was happy seem, unreal, an illusion.
Now, she isn’t happy, it’s just mass confusion.
What happened to her friends? What happened to her life?
What happened to the girl, that would grow up and be the perfect wife?
Well, now that’s all gone, it’s all in the past
It’s like, she’s on a carnival ride going to fast.
She wants to yell “STOP!” and be able to see.
She wants her soul to be weightless, and be free.
She wants her life to be, perfect and grand.
No one knows her and never will be able to understand
She wants to be the girl that’s happy, but everyday depression grows
She’s the girl that no one knows.
