they call her for dinner-- she makes up a reason she looks down at her wrists and she rolls down her sleeves her mother is starting to see through her lies and last night her father had tears in his eyes she builds her own world of dreams in the dark and although no-one's watching... she's falling apart.
this is for the mothers who lost a child
this is for the gypsies who lost a home
this is for the lovers who lost each other
this is for everyone who has lost anything before.
