Pitifull
She is alone,
what poor she is.
She 'll stay alone,
Oh, so pitifull.
She can't realize,
how life goes on.
She can't accept,
how people are.
She can't make up,
the way they fly.
She can't figure out,
the road they take.
She feels betrayed,
and caresses that,
to keep it closed,
till the very end.
She shouts at the flowers,
that don't grow,
at her silly commands.
She can't make up,
the way they fly.
She can't figure out,
the road they take.
She blames the gardner,
for being a spy,
to set the flowers,
up against her.
So she lives,
in a beautiful home,
with a garden around,
but all alone.
She can't make up,
the way they fly.
She can't figure out,
the road they take.
So alone and pitifull.
She can't accept,
how life goes on.
She feels betrayed,
and keeps it closed.
Shouts at the flowers,
that dont grow.
She can't make up,
the way they fly.
She can't figure out,
the road they take.
So she lives,
in a beautifull home,
so pitifull
and all alone.