Lyrics
She lives alone and seems to like it that way
A life filled with books and imaginary love
Creating masterpieces in her kitchen every day
Swe chose a road not traveled. What was she thinking of?
Rarely did she make an effort to go beyond the doors
She even learned to love the sound of her squeaky stairs
Angels on her walls and eyes staring down from photos
She’s convinced herself they all do their best to care
The pain is silent once you finally give up
Routines become a constant way of life
Other people’s dreams are what she thinks of
As she reaches over to turn out the light
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Maybe she’ll find a brand new friend
Maybe someone will come find her
Maybe this is not the end
She tells herself today might be a little more
The porch is more inviting than in the past
Three steps into the wilderness outside the door
Of course, she knows happiness can’t last
The pain is silent once you finally give up
Routines become a constant way of life
Other people’s dreams are what she thinks of
As she reaches over to turn out the light
Other people’s dreams are what she thinks of
As she reaches over to turn out the light