Off the top of my head,
She should've never went to bed
Love, lust and dispair,
How could she not care?
A lonely tear, brought about that only fear
One to many guys is all she spies
A lonely heart is now her only start
Infactuated depression of a new impression
Feeling brand new,
but does she really have a clue on what to do?
Lonely and shame was the game
Now with a heart torn apart
Death was the thing in mind-caught in the role of Suicide.
