Alone
She said
How did the night
Turn out like this
Standing at a bus stop
Dead of winter
Mascara stained cheeks
She looked at me
With frosted eyelashes
Haunted blue eyes
She asked me
How her life
Got this bad
So fast
Why does the good
Never last
But the pain
Stays like a stain
On the skin
She asked me
If it gets better
If the rain stops
If sinners
Get a second chance
At a new life
She asked me
Why it's always harder
Being good
To the ones who love you
Good
Like they should
She said
I hurt
I hurt every damn night
I haven't ever felt right
Why does it have to be this way
When does the day
Ease into the night
Like it used to
As a child
She asked me why
And cried
Swore she tried
She said
I don't want to wait
Anymore
I don't want to be late
For my life
She asked me
To take her hand
Take her home
Anywhere
Is better then here
She said
Just please take me home
Because
I don't want to be alone
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