6Magic, sugar, weirdness and everything nice
That's what she's made of
Take every weird thing she says with a pinch of spice.
It makes it sound almost normal.
Her eyes are glazed over, as if she's not there
A little world all of her own
Her hand drifts and runs its fingers through her hair
It makes you wonder what she's thinking
She looks almost peaceful
She looks content
And when she smiles it looks cheerful
But you can't help but wonder if she's crying inside.
She looks blank, completely gone
Eyes dark and soulless
You can't help wondering where all the sparkle has gone
Or if it was always there to begin with
You can't help but wonder if her world is nicer
If people are sweeter
If the sun shines more
If she's happier there
You can't help but wonder what drove her to that world
Was it her family?
Was it her friends?
Was it school?
And you can't help but wonder what she would be like without her little world.
Without it, I wouldn't be me