Lyra H. leans back, she can make sighs
Used to go “Yay, high school!” she was yea high
Feeling like a space age til the weight fade
Ain’t great, CHS really nothing like in eighth grade
She’s roughing in the roughage of the wrong world
Lyra huffing now to Muffins and the mall girls
Wait, wait, why not talk to Bon Bon about it?
It’s straight gut punch that’s worded right to make her fall, hurl.
She doesn’t want to mention if they’re fighting or not
She had written down the date, got reminded. Forgot.
Fighting words, biting hurts, biding time, timing turns
Turning tides, tiding worse, worse in life, lie in dirt
Courtyard just after lunch, she can hide the hurt
Want a break, now, Lyra’s mind averse to life as her
Cry in shirt, now life’s a wall with her back to
Falling on herself leaning into the statue

Hey Bonnie I’m home, Lyra’s back from a concert
“Didn’t you just go out?”, wait, facts outta concert
Gaze back and she’s con-cerned, “W-what do you mean?”
“You just left, Lyra - said that you had somewhere to be”
Bonnie mutters in sleep, “No that must be something you dreamed”
“Well, if it was then Luna doesn’t want me slumb’rin in peace”
“No I just came from Filly-” Ah, well, her lover’s asleep
There’s not to much to repeat, fine, Lyra shrugs and retreats
Yet others can speak, last night she’s dancing with Bon Bon
The chocolate shop raided til the candy was all gone
And not a changeling, she was a regular riot
She was playful, alive, hell she had the same set of iris-es
Back from a trip, she hit the town like a whirlwind,
And underhoof Lyra feels the ground as her world spins
Running home, throwing open cabinets, then the throat stops
Gonna have to tell Bonnie why replacement oats gone