Feeling alone in a crowded room
Sitting. Waiting for something to happen soon
Something like the glories of life showing their faces
Peaking over the horizon stealing her to new places

Maybe there's a place of pure bliss
A place where she won't have to feel this
Where people aren't forced to pretend
Where nights of tears aren't a days end

Maybe the world will have pity
On a girl who is no longer fun and witty
The only thing keeping her above the tide
Is her ability to hide hide hide

She hides away her tears until nightfall
Scared if she even let a single drop show at all
That her reality will smash to pieces
Her place becoming something of a nuisance

- E.A.F