She tries to write a story,
One of happiness and such
She tries not to make it boring
She fills it with cheer and glory
She works hard and strong,
She becomes a worker of the night
She won't stop what she's doing,
She now writes a depressing song.
Her heart is in place but broken,
Her body is there but pending,
She regrets every word she's said,
And every sentence she's spoken.
Yet she continues to smile,
Hiding her inner self,
She will be able to recover,
But she refuses to cry.
