Once upon a time there was a pretty little blonde girl. She was young and innocent and had no idea what the future held. Her world was made up of a wonderful home, a few friends, and no worries. Everyday she would come home and jump on the trampoline. Out there she felt so free and carefree.
Nothing mattered.
She smiled at life and giggled at hers. She would fall asleep everynight listening to the cars drive by. The lights on her wall would come and go. Reflections of growing up.

She had no idea.

She's not right anymore. Inside her head everything is unorganized and confused.
She understands everything just like you understand someone talking on a cellphone with no reception.
"You're breaking up, " they'll say, "I can't hear you anymore... "

There's no way out. No cell phone towers anywhere.

She looks to friends and music and candles.
Any way to find a piece of mind.
But she's okay. always okay.

There is love all around. But when things go wrong... she feels alone.
She knows why. But she doesn't know what to do or how to do it. There are no batteries that can just be replaced because she's not a toy.

This girl's got marks and scars and stories.
Secrets and lies.
But she's honest and tells everyone.

If you see a beautifully smelling obscure maroon mark on her skin, tell her that everything is going to be okay.

Everything is going to be okay.
because everything is okay.

Why isn't everything okay??