I'm not talking about the pretty blond girl.... No!
We aren't all that shallow
But I speak for my self...
We are all lost a world of mystery
we Believe, we Wish, we Want,
Our greed takes over from time to time,
But we are all human... So they say,
I once knew a girl who felt no guilt,
She would walk way from a hole of pure hell,
a trail of broken hearts, again I don't speak of a boy,
Her friends and family noticed her way,
They gave her a choice,
She choose wrong,
She was left, alone,
No one to care,
Today she stands at the bus station not in line,
but hiding from the storms,
She has lost her way,
What will you do?