Standing alone at the bus stop,
the rain pours down,
sounds too familiar,
she was too lost to be found.
She couldn't let it get to her,
but it already had,
she stayed in her depressed little world,
always staying sad.
Whenever she smiled,
she painted it on,
because behind that smile,
laid a smart con.
She knew what she had to do,
to make him feel bad,
she knew what she had to do,
just to make you sad.
She just had the way,
she just had that style,
she was always walking 'round swinging her hips,
driving the men wild.
Then she had met him,
and her heart was finally broken,
he was the first person to do it,
her love was stolen.
She wanted to cry everyday,
but no tears left her eyes,
and no love left her heart,
she just got more and more depressed by and by.
No one could help her,
not even him,
he said he was sorry,
and they could be friends.
He said he didn't hate her,
but she didn't really care,
she couldn't stand the whispering anymore,
so her blood with the dagger she shared.
