Her mind is governed by the weight of the world,
this passionate girl
But her thoughts are never turned toward me

Sitting by the window with the shades drawn
With the sunset,
all that’s left is regret and remiss

Gazing at the memories she put on the shelf,
she thinks to herself;
“Is there any future here for me?”

Searching for the happiness she once knew
With the moonshine,
all that she can find is remiss

And it runs through her head,
words that she said,
promises made at the edge of her bed
The line that she crossed,
the terrible cost
of living in exile
where all hope is lost

Living in a world that has no reason or rhyme,
no sense of time
Wonder if she ever will be free

Sitting by the window with the shades drawn
With the sunrise,
she wears her disguise in remiss

Remiss

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