She was always a good girl
At age 18, she was
Never tired drugs
Never tried beer
Never had a cig
A virgin
Never even been kissed
She was always waiting for Mr. Right.
But, all of that changed
Love, changed it all
She fell in love
She and her fella were ingaged
A month remained before their wedding
He found someone else
He left her
She was destroyed
She was alone
Everyone had simply vanished
No one for her to talk to
No one to love her
No one anywhere
She couldn't get over him
She started smoking
She was always trashed
She was on every drug ever made
Her eyes blood shot
Her hands trebbling
Her hair in a knot
She was a mess
Love had her this way
She fell in love
She couldn't keep up with the game
She lost
He won. He left
Never again would he return
She woke up every morning in a cold sweat
Breathing faster than ever
She was still alone
In her bed she lay
A mess
Everyone said she'd get over him
How wrong they were
She was always trashed
Everyone gave up trying to help her
She was hopeless, they'd say
She died.
Alone. in her bed
Still a mess
Later that week, her lover returned
He left the other girl
He had come back to her
Only to discover her dead
She was surrounded by drugs
No one went to her funeral
Not even her lover
She was dead. All beacause of love
