She knows the thoughts she can’t seem to get of out of her head make no sense.
She thinks them anyway.
She knows the feeling she is feeling so deeply for no apparent reason aren’t warranted.
She feels them anyway.
She knows the words she hears coming from her lips have no meaning.
She says them anyway.
She knows the gloom she sees even when the sun is shining is not real.
She sees it anyway.
She knows that tomorrow things could be better or she could wake up and think she feels those words she said in the gloom.
She wakes up again anyway.
Wake up anyway.