She spent her time daydreaming Of who she thought he was Wishing she could be wrapped up in his arms Safe and secure She thought his sugar-coated words were for her But in the end she was wrong So she keeps up a front And tells herself she's OK But she cries when she's alone in the car Because she didn't know how to make him stay
Something I love about poetry (and songs) is that they tell little snippets of stories. It kind of makes me want to write a whole book.