She's never afraid of what her past had might become

Alone in her lazy time in-between a thought that ends with loss

Her life is spent searching for the next

An answer a question never asked

Everything and everyone finds their time

Everything and everyone writes their line

But it seems hard now things work out in time



She lacks self pride her lazy time

Never once identified her lonely nights

Spending days alone but through the phone

She waits for a voice to calm her name

Then takes a drink says it makes me sane

She lives through a dream she once called fate

Then finds herself alone to contemplate



Everything and everyone finds their time

Everything and everyone writes their line

But it seems hard now things work out in time