She can't deny. It makes her cry.
She waits, for his call, by the phone.
She is so scared of being alone.
She's tired of the rain.
She's tired of the pain.
She waits in vain for him to arrive.
She does'nt feel alive.
She, wants him to come and see.
She has a fear that he will not appear.
She knows that he will not show.
She has fright about her plight.
It's been a year times two.
She's blue.