She knows it’s not a friendship problem but it’s something worse than that
Map and Castle and the endless knowledge all won’t nurse them back
And now her eyes get red and solemn talking with the eighteenth mare
Trying to explain it’s quantum over shouts how she don’t care
And all across Equestria each day her ponies fade
With no remains, citizens got hope and faith she’ll close the case
And that she has, but social grace demands they don’t behold the fate
Of those they dated, laid and played with, lately finding holes in dates
Inside of books she’s already read twice - it’s maddening
Mr Chaos said it’s not his sense of humor, but it has to be
Not everypony’s vulnerable, but she can’t find the factors now
When Rainbow vanished, Scootaloo ran half an hour to ask her how
And she can’t tell her Dash is now in Limbo going somewhere else
That she can’t find or chart or prove exists except to numb herself
The Map, the Tree, the Table, it’s all stable and in harmony
The nation is at perfect peace but lately getting hard to breathe

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom come by just seven days apart
It breaks her heart to lie but she’s still trying not to make them scarred
By now she’s starting feeling it, the tugging coming at her soul
Tries to anchor, angle, strangle, hide or hug it like a foal
But it doesn’t break, once Pinkie goes it’s like she’s come awake
Except the wings she feels alone as thirty hundred days ago
Her wings start molting violently, no time for her to fear the worst
Her dragon and her student volunteer to commandeer the work
Horn is mostly crumbled by the time the shining sun arrives
Held inside her wings, a search for answers finding none it’s time
I don’t know how I’ll get back, but I’ll find a way, there’s gotta be
And if there’s ponies there I’ll show them everything you taught to me
Now her body’s moving only seeing what’s ahead of her
A thousand books with moments of her life in them instead of words
They’re getting burned! She races them and chases them, it’s getting worse
Curtains fall and all the world’s a blackness as the setting turns.