She dances alone; a glowing figure yearning for the sun
All her life she has been everybody and no one
And no one approaches her because she doesn’t allow pain
She feels like it’s only a popularity campaign

The girl is climbing to the top of something she doesn’t know
And help arrived apropos
She doesn’t know she’s allowed to ask for a hand
Because the thrill of the dangerous makes for glistening sand
Morning shines and she stares at the light confused
She understands the possibility of becoming bruised
Infamy and fortune all amount to fame
Doing right and telling lies is now all the same
Maybe she hurts because she’s always expected the night
But everything she believes should come out right