such a pretty girl
with such sad little eyes.
good at hellos,
but better at goodbyes.
she walks the road,
her music blaring,
heart stone cold,
hope waning.
she's living on some **** and wine,
pretending that soon,
it'll be all fine.
her liver's failing,
her thoughts are sailing.
you'll see her come
and see her go
never realizing,
you'll never know;
who she was
or what she did,
how she tried her might to bring some peace.