Sara smiles but it never is real,
She never knows why it's her,
Sara doesn't know why this is how she feels,
She feels sad sometimes but never goes to the river.

The people at the river are depressed and unhappy,
They do things they shouldn't,
Sara's unhappiness isn't like their unhappy,
She wanted to be one of them but couldn't.  

Sara makes her addiction unseen,
She started to think life didn't matter,
Every morning she has a diet of drugs and caffeine,
She never wants to carry a tray or platter.

Sara know life is ironic,
She was great before but life stinks,
She starts to think life is demonic,
She goes to the river and makes herself sink.