Here she’s sitting
All alone
On the cold bench
In the evening breeze
Her black chipped fingers
Strumming the chords
Of her Iris blue acoustic
Singing along
A song
To mend her broken heart
And she doesn’t know the words
Because they’re spoken
From the hurting deep inside
Oh she’s broken...
People passing by
They live out their own lives
Though she wonders how
Are they really feeling
Are they happy or are they sad?
She’s looking up from under her
Black hoodie
And she’s...
Living a song
Making up the words
As she’s...
Singing along
Does it make any sense?
I don’t know what I’m saying
But I just need to vent
Or I will lose my mind
So please don’t judge me
Please let me be
I’m just hurting...
So let me...
Cry...