Sometimes she just feels all alone.
She's a mystery all unknown.

No one knows how she feels.
They think her lies are so real.

Maybe one day she'll get figured out
But of this happening, she truly doubts.

Outside she smiles but inside she cries
Or sometimes she cries on the outside

But who really knows or what does it matter,
If she falls down and all her brains splatter?

Sometimes she cries. It'll be alright.
Not during the day but only at night.

Night is always there for her,
Letting her be whoever she wants to be

And when she's crying all alone,
Her night is there asking the unknown.

He says, "It's O.K. All will be alright."
And she believes him just for the night.