The pretty girl, she sits alone in empty grief
wondering why her heart was given to a thief.
wondering why her heart was never well
wondering why he didn't love her, and why she could never tell.
Alone and loveless she walks, barely alive
wishing that broken love could easily revive.
Nobody to talk to, he doesn't hear her voice
crying, so lonely, she does not have a choice.
And everyone has someone, to truly love them well
and she had someone once, smitten by his spell.
Bad luck or God's will, everyone fades away
and she opens up her eyes to another lonely day.
If she could erase herself, she would,
and wish for something slightly good
for every moment ends and starts over
and shes the only one without a clover.
Alone and loveless, he does not care
he breathes in, she breathes his air
he is happy able to move on,
and she sits still forgotten, gone.
And inside her heart is burning
knowing for her he is not yearning
nothing matters to him but him in his land
she remembers holding his sweaty hand.
The pretty girl, she is not rare
to him, you can find her anywhere
how did he end up like that?
Her heart is now compressed and flat.
Alone, alone and bleak
maybe it's her losing streak,
now and forever just her and her wall
no one to stop a heart in fall.
But he is long since gone away
not once thinking of her today
Less lonely she feels holding close
to the memory of his ghost.
Please find me, she speaks to the man of her dreams
why find her if she'll just be left in constant scream?
Maybe it is easier to be left alone and still
love is poison, and love will kill.
Forever alone, living in fear
thinking of him, the sight of her own tear
the shivers she gets not being missed
and wonders why it was her he ever kissed.
She's cradling him in a heart that does not bleed
and forever off of his love she will feed
The pretty girl, she is not rare
to him you can find alone and loveless anywhere.
