See the lonely girl,
Trying to pass the day.
Hiding her tears behind her curls,
There isn't much to say.
Maybe she expects too much,
He doesn't love her that way.
Her tears roll down that invisible ocean,
It's wet, the pillow on which she lay.
She takes him too seriously,
Loves him from the bottom of her heart,
She's trying very hard
That nothing takes them apart.
He doesn't know how much she tries,
Her impatience drives her insane,
But maybe...he's busy?
Or is it just his disdain?
She knows he is different, he won't hurt her,
But everywhere he proves her wrong
She can't cry before anyone,
So she silently weeps as she writes this song
Will he realize her worth?
Ever treat her right?
Or being loved will remain a dream...
Will there be an end...
...to this endless night?
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