• she sat mext to an empty seat,
    forgetting she was all alone.

    Her soul pushed the pain away
    he was gone, he was gone.

    Her mind drew the pain near
    he was gone, he was gone.

    The same seat sat untouched
    every day, every day.

    Like a spider she hid away
    every day, every day.

    Finally her time came
    but it was too late.

    Her mind was already gone
    every day, every day.