THERE A HOUSE THAT SIT br ON THE TOP OF THE HILL br AND A GIRL AT WINDOW SITING STILL br WHILE THE BLUE SKY TURNS TO GRAY br AND THE ONCE A NICE DAY br HAS MOVE ON IS NOW GONE br WHILE THE GIRL IN THE HOUSE br START TO PACED br BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T LIKE br HER FACE OR HER PLACE br SO SHE COVERS THE MIRROR br LEAVING NO TRACE br OF ANY REFLECTION OF HER TO SEE br BECAUSE SHE NOT LIKING br OF WHAT SHE BECOME TO BE br NOW SHE GRAB A BOTTLE br SAYING VODKA WITH DO br AND SOME PILLS br NOT SURE WITH ONE TO CHOOSE br SO SHE TAKE THEM ALL br WHILE MUMBLING TO HER SELF br THAN GOES TO BED br WHISPERING GOOD NIGHT TO HER SELF br BECAUSE THERE NOBODY ELSE br ACCEPT FOR HER DREAMS br WHICH ARE IN PLAIN SIGHT br TILL SHE WAKES UP br IN THE MORNING LIGHT br NOW THE SUN IS SHINING br THE CLOUDS ARE WHITE br WITH PLENTY OF TRACES OF BLUE br MAKING IT A NICE DAY br NOW SHE MUST CHOOSE br SHE SAID TO HER SELF br LIVING OR DIEING br OR LIEN TO MY SELF br THAT I'M HAPPY br LIKE EVER BODY ELSE.