adrija lokesh
she goes on

Verse So her morning starts

When the sun is right above our heads

Gets up and tumbles

And stares at the guitar next to her bed Thinks of the night's gig

And amount of tears shed

A different mask everyday

Trying not to lose herself She gets up in the morning

It's a different room everyday

Picks up the change

They throw right on her face Deciding the moves in her head

Looking down at the suited men

She picks up her pride backstage

Ends up waiting at the corner again Chorus- Life without a home

And all her dreams are gone

Seems like everything is wrong