But I still hold out hope that maybe someday
I'll be worth more than all the silence left in my way

But if in the end I lose my voice
Will you forget about your love for me?
At a Glance: She has a permanent smile on her face, welcoming to all who come to visit the Saloon of Hhusatahwi. Some would describe her as pretty in a small-town kind of way, with freckles tipping her nose and sunburns on her shoulders. There does not seem to be anything interesting going on with her aetherically. She's just a normal citizen of Shaaloani... if not for the strange intensity in how she carries herself. Those eyes seem to notice every little detail- and most definitely are paying attention to who is coming and going.
Write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be
You burrowed in under my skin, what I'd give to have you out for me

I still recall how the leather in your car feels
And at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars healed

You got all my love while I'm still out here
With the pills and the dogs, if you need me, dear
I'm the same as I was, it's all okay


Let the dirt hang heavy in your chest
Drag me deeper down the long, dark ground
And when you break the surface, oh, without me
Please don't return me to the dark of all the memories, yeah
