Pretty Girl

She sits in her underwear with her hair done up
Her skin is too cold to touch
She doesn't feel like getting dressed
Bothering with another day's added stress
She wants to go back to bed
But it's already too late
Her hairs all done up
Anticipating a date

So she moves
From her calm seat
Pulls her clothes on
Heads out into the sleet
The gray clouds watch her
Let her pass by
As the sleet hits the ground
She tries not to cry

She's surrounded now
Alone as she drives
With the strange blocking her
As her thoughts reach out to strive
Past the obstacles
And dead-end roads
She's almost to her destination
That she knows

She pulls the car in
Parks it slow
She walks to his door
And tries to let her thoughts go

He answers the door
With his big cheesy smile
She flashes one back
Hoping to relax for a while

Inside closed doors
Light talk ensues
As they speak
He misses the clues
She didn't answer at first
A two second pause
But he didn't notice
A simple mans flaw

So she went on
Trying not to think
Of the things that held her back
And put tears on the brink
Of her lovely eyes
Full of hope and peace
Dying on the inside
A little with every blink

She was there for him
To be his friend
But he just couldn't think
Of how there situation could bend

Curved with front at back
The strong being weak
He wouldn't see the truth
That his girl good be so bleak

He claims he loves her
He holds her careful and tight
Yet he doesn't see
How she cries on her lonely nights