Jaime was a beautiful girl.
She's been dying her blond hair black
since she was twelve.
Now, she's thirty.
She doesn't have kids,
nor does she like them.
Her boyfriend has a kid.
Her boyfriend wants forever,
but Jaime's bags are packed.
One possession at a time,
she silently moves out.
Jaime sells jewelry
and waits tables
with a fake smile.
Oh how she hates to be fake.
She's not happy.
This is not her ideal life.
She wants to run away.
She wants to be in love.
She smokes cigarettes and sings
a beautiful, yet broken tune.
