She sits alone on her bed,
tonight is like all the rest.

One night he’ll call,
I’m sure he will.
That’s all she thinks,
each and every night.

But her phone never rings,
and she feels so alone.
Why? Because no one talks to her.

Things will get better.
They have to right?
She knows she is okay,
but when will she truely love her life?

Some days are easy,
others not so much.
She wants to believe what they say,
she tries so hard.

In the end,
she goes to sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day, is what she thinks.
But the truth is, tomorrow will be the same.