It's never easy to see the sun when you're locked up in this
pretty plaster cage. So she says she'd love to feel alive again.
but this loneliness necessitates her void.

And i tell her don't stop trying to be the one. because one day
it won't matter who you are.
She's had enough of being down. and it seems that everything

that she's heard.
It's everything that makes her cry and it's just about time to
get this right because i don't know if it's all about taking

this drink tonight. and i've been thinking baby that you're out
of your mind.
So now it's midnight and she leans against the wind. she finds

it cold and comforting in this bold and daring glow. yeh, we all
know to pass the time we pass around a few cold stares and wonder
who we are.

I think she's better off this way.