Busy Street

It's a busy street.
She doesn't look either way.
Walks straight out.
There is no time to stop.

It's too late now
They can't save her.
All is lost
Suicide, a call for help, mind warp?

The questions can't be answer
There is no trace of her left
Some cry, some laugh
Was it quick or painful?

Just like a gun and trigger
Everything could be lost in an instant
Sometimes we stop and think
Sometimes we just walk on by

Burden of the school?
Possibly
A secret so deep, no one could understand
Likely

There was no time to stop
It was a busy street
It was a lonely street