A lonely girl, sitting in her room.
Dreaming of things she’ll never have,
Dreaming of things that will never happen.
A lonely girl, watching at the stars.
Hoping that someday she’ll be seen,
Hoping of someone who knows what she means.
A lonely girl, walking through the rain.
Crying out every single tear in her body,
Crying , but no one bothers.
A lonely girl, looking for cover,
Looking for a place to hide.
Scared of showing her feelings,
Scared of closing her eyes.
All these things, happening to her, she doesn’t even care.
All these things, she should be screaming of pain, but the silence remains.
It seems like nothing can rip her apart.
It seems like she has closen up her heart.
But she knows better.
Her life is just a lie, only her fantasie keeps her alive.
In her dreams, she walks like a queen, she talks like an angel, she sees underneath.
In her dreams, she is happy, she has all that she needs.