She

She is so pretty I see her everyday but it seems that something, something is missing there She is always talking Talking on the phone I know that something is wrong. She cries but no one is there for her She's lonely nobody but hershelf She cries but nobody hears a thing I wonder if she would let me in. Somedays she seems to be ok nothing happens everything is well but she goes back home and locks herself again I know that something is wrong now She cries but no one is there for her She is lonely nobody but herself She cries but nobody hears a thing I wonder if She would let me in