It's a desolate kind of living yet still she keeps on giving
Depressed as she may be
She'll never let you see
She's happy
She's fun
The party has just begun
But she's ready to go home
She is tired to the bone
Still sleep doesn't give her peace
Her dreams are filled with beasts
She wakes up screaming
Then cries herself to sleep
The cycle then repeating
You'll see her Sunday morning
Thanking God for the life he has given
All while wondering if it's even worth living