She makes her way to the door unaware
Of the dangers upholded by the outside world.
She is kissed goodbye but really
It is her innocence that is bidded farewell.

She is pressurized into perfection, trying to boost everyone's satisfaction and not knowing that they have a selection.
"Pardon me, pardon me", said consideration.
She turned a blind eye to obligation.

She walked and walked and suddenly, she stumbled upon the road of society ending up face first into a black hole, literally.

Huff's and puffs and blowing of cash.
Sad smiles and ghost graves.
Knock, knock, knock Can you hear that?
That is the sound of death knocking on her door, earlier than expected I suppose or perhaps she paid him a visit with the accompanying of sleeping pills.

That is the circle of life, anyway.