I wonder what goes on in her pretty head. Sometimes she seems lost in another world of her own.
Is she in a fairytale?
I wonder what goes on in her pretty head. Sometimes she smiles to herself as though the silence spoke volumes.
Is she daydreaming?
I wonder what goes on in her pretty head. Sometimes her eyes look empty, as though she is walking in an abyss.
Is she at the edge?
I wonder what goes on in her pretty head. Sometimes she sits alone in a corner and writes as though the words burned her fingertips.
Is she happy?
I wonder what goes on in her pretty head. Sometimes she smiles and laughs with me.
Is she proud of me?
I wonder what goes on in her pretty head.
