she was a pretty girl
who hated the night,
so when the city lights were visible
she went to bars, to grab a drink
hoping that she wouldn't sink
in her fears again,
or drown in her tears again,
or stay in her bed for years again,
so she screamed as loud as she possibly could hoping that it
would silence the voice in her, and it did/

she was just a kid really,
people saw her as young, pretty, and silly; but they didn't see the sadness that was flowing through her veins
and she was glad/

she was glad that they didn't see her when she was sad/

she was just a pretty girl who hated the night//