As my bow is pulled across the string
I must smile so foolishly.
This bliss I feel as I play
will only last me a few days.
Sitting alone as I play
this instrument singing the words I won't.
This joy I only know during this
is it really happiness?
Silly stupid ignorant girl
I alwasy think.
Why does a girl like you ever try to speak?
Alone in that corner of my mind
it's me and my Viola time after time.