She cries, she crumples up all the papers
All the meetings, all the records of the things she had paid for
And tries, to make herself feel better
But the rhythm of her mind is making her more nervous
"Why does my heart work so loud?"
Draws her curtains
And takes a look around
She cries, and all the beauty that makes her
All the feelings, all the tragedies and people that failed her
And tries, to make herself feel better
But the rhythm of her mind is coming out to get her