Do you ever wonder why a woman
Would stand upon this ledge?
Looking down at certain death
Gives the lady an undeniable edge.
Now as she sits upon the throne
With nobody sitting beside..
She wonders if maybe she lost it all
To her never ending pride?
Now she’s lonely like the cut you got
That cold November day,
When suddenly, and surprisingly
She took it all away.
She’s lonely like the drop of rain
Gently put upon the ground
Unable to move in any direction
Never, ever found.
She’s lonely like the day is long
Wanting peace of mind.
Whispering of a love not found
That she most likely will not find.
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