[ All wrapped up in herself, she doesn't take notice of the Balladeer's hesitance, of him almost opening up. Instead, she just spits out bitterness. ]
I had someone to depend on. And I thought I had others to lean on. But now...
[ She shakes her head. And music, softer than the Balladeer might've expected from her, starts to sound around them. ]
The mud on the bottom of my boots. The holes in my sweater, The knots in my hair. There's a feeling that echoes, When you leave the woods. It follows you the whole way home.
The blood on the bottom of my lip. The scrapes on our elbows, The bruises we share. There's an easy surrender, When they're by your side, A comfort that they'll come to know, What you know, but they don't, no they don't...
So I'll do it Alone, alone, alone, I'll be fine without them. Mm...
Alone, alone, alone! I can't think about them, Mmm....
[ Throughout, she looks over power-tools and lumber in the scene room. Not at the Balladeer, not making eye contact. ]
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I had someone to depend on. And I thought I had others to lean on. But now...
[ She shakes her head. And music, softer than the Balladeer might've expected from her, starts to sound around them. ]
The mud on the bottom of my boots.
The holes in my sweater,
The knots in my hair.
There's a feeling that echoes,
When you leave the woods.
It follows you the whole way home.
The blood on the bottom of my lip.
The scrapes on our elbows,
The bruises we share.
There's an easy surrender,
When they're by your side,
A comfort that they'll come to know,
What you know, but they don't, no they don't...
So I'll do it
Alone, alone, alone,
I'll be fine without them.
Mm...
Alone, alone, alone!
I can't think about them,
Mmm....
[ Throughout, she looks over power-tools and lumber in the scene room. Not at the Balladeer, not making eye contact. ]