Marianne Faithfull

She lives alone with no one
Who can see shes unhappy.
She knows what she lost,
Still she is waiting for more.
She could be living in hell
And not know someone loves her.
What can she do,
What is she waiting for ?
The day turns to night
He just cant find the right words to tell her
Twisting and turning and looking for
Something to say.
If you would let me hold you