Sitting on the stairs
By the second floor landing
Waiting for those tears
To stop leaking
Don't worry, she's happy
Just desperately holding
Onto a spell that's slowly breaking
Standing by the door
At the second floor landing
Finding it hard to go in
'Cause that would be telling
But stay she can't
Or she'd end up drowning
In full view
Of anyone passing
Walking into the room
On the second floor landing
Darkness greets her,
The querier slumbering
Heaving a sigh of relief
She plops down on the bed
Thinking and replaying
Cheery little things inside her head
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