She's all alone
It's Thursday night
She's eating with a candle light

A glass of wine or maybe three
To help to drown her company

The noise around is all a blur
Everyone's laughter seems to stir

As people pass they all will stare
She noticed, and hoped that one would care

No love for work
No self-esteem

No one to love
Nothing to dream

She's had enough
It's all the same
Not another day of this stupid game

Her shopping bag is fully packed
No thoughts for action, the plan is exact

With one last toast she'll kiss goodbye
Her loneliness and the beauty of its lie