She loves the way the silence sways.
All alone with an expressionless face.
She doesn't know if she should cry.
Or be happy shes still alive.
Asks herself everyday, if theres a reason she has to stay.
The reson never comes to her head.
As soon as she wakesup she wants to go back to bed.
She knows reality will never come close to her dreams.
When you look at a person.
They aren't always as they seem