She dreams She dreams of running away She believes She believes not everything is painted black and evil Her nights are about Long-lost peace When the morning comes She will act like nothing happened. She's like a Lily of the valley She smiles and she believes Pain comes and goes But Lily grows. She's like a Violet Her spite and her heart Shivering from the fear To lose what she fought for. Her mornings don't lie They smile on her face Tells how nice it is How nice it is to hide who she is. Lipstick and mascara Hide who you truly are, But what can you expect No one really sees how fragile she is.