She was alone and pretty.
Just another young Mexican girl far from home.
***** beds and minds filled up her time.

Work had slowly stolen away three years.
Her smile was always between joy and despair,
but I never cared at all.

Closure is only ever a sugarcoated lie.
Everything went black whenever she stepped out the door.
She was just as heartless as me.

In the end I wept but I know she never did.
This life is cold and lonely devoid of all hopes,
and we’ll all die alone.