Every other day she falls,
Deeper into the pit.
No matter how hard she tries,
She can't get out of it.
The days when she's not falling,
She's trying to climb back.
But the strength it takes to reach the top,
Is something that she lacks.
She tries to find her strength,
In the god she knows and loves.
But with every other day, she finds,
Further down, she's shoved.
She knows things will be better,
Than they are right now, someday.
But it's hard to see where she is going,
Through all the tears and pain.
Are you happy now?
You've pushed me down again.
Are you satisfied,
With all the pain I'm in?
No, 'cause you can't see it,
I've mastered the art of pretend.
I've put a wall around myself,
And no one's allowed in.
