She doesn't know what kind of dread is worse
Than the fear of impending loneliness.
All good times must come to an end
And that's okay...but what if she's afraid
That there'll never be another good time
With the ones who make it worthwhile.
Everyone's fading away
Turning their backs on each other
It hurts worse this way, you guys!
That's what she wants to shout
When everyone thinks the best way
Is to pretend the good times never happened.
She starts to question everything.
Was she always alone?
Will she never find that place again?
That shining golden sunshine place
When everyone was a friend
And she even had a best friend.
She is herself, vibrant, ever-changing,
Flooded with color and light.
She thrills in making people happy
And she knows she can be happy.
Once the tears clear her eyes,
She can remember.
She is still alone.
But she doesn't feel it
The way she did when she was lonely.
Tomorrow...she'll have to see.
Once again, she'll probably be lonely.
But in a week...maybe there'll be good times again.