In the corner
With an unlit cigarette,
She gently stares to the ground
Walking through the alleyway.
No one's there,
Just her and her thoughts.
With teary eyes,
Silently crying to herself.
All those personal questions
We'd somehow get around
Leaves me thinking,
"Who will I become?"
And I thought the sun was
Beautiful before you tore it down...
Nothing ever goes the way you want it,
So don't tell me that one day it will.
The sun goes down,
But she can't tell.
Her memories black out
The present that is Hell.
But it's all the same.
The phrase, "family" died.
Long ago and far away
Are the choices she can make.
Now can you guess what she did that night?
All those personal questions
We'd somehow get around
Leaves me thinking,
"What did I become?"
And I thought the sun was
Beautiful before you tore it down...
Nothing ever goes the way you want it,
So don't tell me that one day it will.
I'm not alright…
JS: HELLO! .... WELL written above! ...
Methinks you ARE a part of the 'human' race .... A GOOD part of it .... Keep On Truckin' .... My BEST .... LRW.