Steps across flowerbed,
Heart heavy with dread...

It was a cold dark morning,
On the day that I died...

Come in from work, look me up and down,
Surveying me with a slight frown...

I’m supposed to stay silent,
And aloof...

She is the one,
The one for you...

The pain,
Is right in front of me...

I don’t fit in,
This happy world of yours...

In the real world,
Perhaps the sun does shine...

At home her father hated her,
At school her friends tormented her...

I rejoice in the depression,
That’s seeping into my heart...

How I long to feel your arms,
Wrapped around me once more...

Why are you surprised,
When young girls become pregnant...