Upsets and sadness surround her life, as if it's a depiction of her own life.
A whole mess of heartaches, tears and pain.
She knew of that hidden wound, yet she chose to leave it uncleaned, unbandaged,
turning a blind eye so that she can't see.
Intoxicating numbs her killing pains.
Perhaps that fall is far too strong she can never seem to forget.
Would everything be so much different should she hold on...

Happy she seems,
Sad she sounds,
Never will you really figure her out.