The sky was clear
The birds sang their song
Cotton flew, like snow all along
And somewhere in the middle, she sat like a walnut
Looking strong on the outside, but dying on the long

Decors hung from the ceiling
The DJ played his beats
Disco lights filled the room
And yet in the crowd, she felt alone
with no one to talk to, no one to moan

The lights were out
The wall clock kept ticking
And as everyone slept in peace
There she was, weeping to herself
About the challenges she faced

Her eyes were red
Cheeks so pale
And a breath that was going away
With every tear that fell

Looks like she's living
But she really is dead
Because what she wanted to hear
No one ever said...