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
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
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
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