By day she is happy and cheerful,
By night she is gloomy and dead,
The thing she's hiding makes her fearful,
So she lays in bed,
Hoping that a better day,
Will come her way,
She doesn't speak about the thing,
She doesn't want anyone to know,
Yet she is happy enough to sing,
Even out in the snow,
She is that confused little girl,
In the big open world. heart
By night she is gloomy and dead,
The thing she's hiding makes her fearful,
So she lays in bed,
Hoping that a better day,
Will come her way,
She doesn't speak about the thing,
She doesn't want anyone to know,
Yet she is happy enough to sing,
Even out in the snow,
She is that confused little girl,
In the big open world. heart
