Walking down the hall alone
Her legs feel heavy, dense
Her body seems so empty
Her thoughts are stuck in past tense.
There’s no set place she’s going
Plenty of places she hasn't been
But all that she can think about
Is the where and the how and the when.
Where will she find her happiness?
When will these nights pass her by?
How can she slap on a smile
When underneath it she just wants to cry?
No one understands, no one comprehends,
It’s a deadly secret to hide
That a girl so controlled and innocent
Could be such a huge mess inside.
Appearance and emotion mislead everyone
Life is rarely the way that you think.
It’s exhausting to fake being perfect,
To give up on that one missing link.
So go right ahead, figure her out,
Or just judge her without a care
And leave her trapped inside of this hall
With the how and the when and the where.