Where does she go?

The crisp and cold morning bought relief from the darkness of night, 

Numbing her fingers and nursing her thoughts. 

Her dreams were not her friends today. 

Disturbed and distressed. 

A new plan is now needed. 

A new future.

A new everything. 

She cannot think, 

Creativity has abandoned even her darkest moments. 

Why has she allowed him to rob her of all her passion?

Feeling timid , feeling sad.

And oh, so lonely. 

No good in Goodbye

Where's the "good" in "goodbye"?
Where's the "nice" in "nice try"?
Where's the "us" in "trust" gone?
Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"?
Now I'm the "low" in "lonely"
'Cause I don't own you only
I can take this mistake
But I can't take the ache from heartbreak

There's an "art" in breaking hearts
But there's no fair in farewell.

Taken from lyrics from the Script.