Across the street and around two trees,
sits the sad and lonely girl.
Hidden away from the rest of the world,
taking the time just for her.
She's alone like every other day,
And she enjoys the being away.
Each time she wishes her tears to subside,
and her pains inside to be washed away.
But the sun has not shined in three long weeks,
so her darkness grows with each passing day.
Why is it so hard for us to see when someone truly hurts.
Across the street and around the tree,
really is where depression takes its seat
