Everytime
Everytime
Everytime the sun goes down,
she lies in her bed.
Thinking of what she'd done wrong.
Is it her smile, her hair, her eyes?
Is it the way she talks or the way she laughs?
Everytime the sun goes down,
the loneliness takes her over.
Leaves her crying in bed.
Why would they do this?
Just why..
Everytime the sun goes down,
she feels lonely.
Thinking about the friends she has.
She calls them friends,
but are they?
Everytime the sun goes down,
she wonders.
Wondering if it will stop.
The hope is there,
and the courage to live past it, is strong.
So everytime the sun goes up,
she'll stand there.
A smile on her face,
hoping today will be better.
Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect