written February 27, 2013

"She locks the stall door and proceeds to cry
Strangers they were, not even one 'hi'
They passed by each other, no eye contact or smile
Now she sits in the stall that dear, dear child
He feels no remorse, no regret nor sadness
She falls all of this including the madness
That she can't seem to get over, a silly little boy
Who played with her heart, like it was a toy
The toy he did play, the toy he did break
The boy she did love, an honest mistake
And the tears she does shed, hide behind the wall
Of the feelings inside
Inside the bathroom stall"