She was sad,
She was blue,
She was tired and in gloom,
She felt sick, so powerless.
To take a break was what she needed,
Rest was a longing she had,
But alas she couldn't last,
A day without her lips between the cigarettes,
For it wasn't just a habit she kept,
It was an escape from the tensions of life
And so it became a habit she just could not break,
To be better was what she wanted,
But better was something she did not understand,
She spent her better days, crying alone
Her muffled face beneath the pillow,
Wondering how it went so wrong,
How she had drowned in her own sorrow.