The words.
A scramble of lines...

Alone again.
Fighting for a reason...

I sit and pretend.
To be interested...

I stare at clock.
Its a half past 3...

You smile,
You cry...

He.
The one who just calls to say hey...

When I was a little girl,
My world was bright with smiles...

Lying face down in the water,
Like a drowning flower...

She sits by her phone,
Night and day...

I'm older this year,
It's time for a change...

It's six oh one and I can't sleep,
I keep thinking I can't breathe...

And this anger wells up,
Trying to escape...