• The Pretty girl who sits in the rain
    Waiting for Mr. Right to call her name
    The memories of her childhood keeping her sane
    Puddles of disgust running through her fingers
    She releases a scream that is silent in the storm
    Remembers when life used to be easy
    When simple words would brighten her day
    When “I love you” meant he would stay
    The twisted nightmares that changed reality
    Causing her mind to believe foolish things
    She walks down a street of inconsistent lines
    Yellow dashes, filled with laws meant to be broken
    Two forces in opposite directions, meant to be crossed
    He crossed her path and broke her heart
    Herself, she gave, was torn apart
    She looks above; becomes drenched in pain
    Each drop fallen brings back the time,
    When her heart was pure and love was kind.