She is beautiful like a porcelain doll
You see the old women walking all alone
Her tears are like crystals and you can feel the cold of her lonely tired soul
Oh yes you see this old women walking alone
With a sad past and a future with no hopes no fears just an illusion of being happy
You see this old women walking alone people are afraid of her but they just don't know
With every step she takes her heart breaks a little more
And she lost the love of the man that made things right
Now you may know why ever since the year 2009 the Old women walks empty and alone
Each and every night
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