There is a girl in my room.
She sits alone on the bed,
silent tears rolling down her face,
painful thoughts running through her head.

In the morning, the girl is replaced
By a bright eyed girl with
A smile on her face.

No one has seen the girl from the night.
No one has seen the tears she cried,
Onto her cheeks that were pale and white,
Or the way her body shook as she sat at my bedside.

But everyone sees the girl from the day.
Everyone sees her bright blue eyes.
Everyone hears the things she has to say,
Because they don’t know that she speaks nothing but lies.

So who is this girl that changes from day to night?
The girl who only shows half of what she can be.
Well you may have guessed it and you’d be right.
There is a girl in my room, and that girl is me.