Tragic

She runs from tragedy in this hell hole of a home
Watching normal people's lives passing her by
Through her watery eyes
She turns from tragedy her heart is so forlorn
The aching to subside is what she strives
In this life she's made a lie
Mom, can't you understand me?
I don't WANT to be alone!
But the things you say, you get carried away
That's why I take such a hard tone