She's got sunshine in her hair and the ocean her eyes. And I swear when she laughed you could hear bells ringing. But her soul echoes with emptiness like the walls of a mausoleum. And if you listen close enough, you can hear footsteps of lost loves wandering the halls late at night. She believed, with naive, childlike hope, that those lovers would stay. And she invited them into her heart, and soon they swallowed up her whole being. Now the emptiness leaves a ringing in her ears and an ache in her bones. There is a struggle in the beating of her warn and tattered heart. Isn't it sad that such a pretty thing was drained so completely; without a second thought.