she wonders around, no one seems to care
she thinks and she cries and then she combs her hair
wondering what was wrong and why it had to be
the only thing left was to gaze at the sea
the sea was reluctant to share its time with her
she sat and she cried and she took her turn
her turn was to slowly make sure she would die
she had nothing she had nadda and to her this was fine
as every passing moment had gone through her thoughts
she wrapped up herself in her guilt she had brought
so the time is now
and the time is gone
for the poor helpless girl
she would be forever alone
