Her song

She sits there and thinks
while tears fall from her eyes
and her lips sing a mournful melody
that she sings all too often
its all about death
its all she wants to be now
she is tired of waiting for life
she is tired of life itself.
people stare at her
as she sits on the street corner
and stares at them as they pass
but they dont understand
whats going through her mind
so all she can do now
is sit there and think
while tears fall from her eyes.
all the while
her lips sing that reoccuring melody.