Each day she rose at seven,
Each night she slept at two,
She always kept to her daily routine
Because it's what she was meant to do.
She walks through her life like a breeze,
She smiles at all she may see,
She works like everyone else does
Because it's how it's meant to be.
What you see on the outside is her shell,
But someday you might catch sight,
Of the mess of a mind inside of her
That creeps out in the dead of night.
She has a beautiful face like you'd never see
And a beautiful smile the same,
But the truth is she's a nightmare
Wrapped in a beautiful hurricane.
