She's the saddest girl I've ever seen
And I can't help but stare at her
I wonder if it’s a man or a woman that broke her heart?
Did someone die, or betray her?
Where the scars on her arms and face came from?
Why she's not carrying anything?
Everyone carries something? Why is it so strange to me that she doesn't have a pocketbook or book bag, a shopping bag or anything in her hand at all. She looks like she has a lot of emotional baggage maybe that's enough for her to carry right now.
She's beautiful... But something’s keeping her from being pretty
She looks tough, like she don't take shit from no one, but weakened like she just lets someone shit on her anyway.
I want to hug her, cuz she looks like she needs one
I wonder if she has children?
Where is she going?
Where is she coming from?
Where has she been?
Where does she want to go?
I see hope in her eyes behind the despair. I can tell she's still fighting. I want to say something enlightening to her so she doesn't stop fighting. But I think she might take it the wrong way, or look at me like bitch mind your business. I can tell she attracts people to her but she looks so lonely sitting on the seat by herself
I want to ask her about her story but she looks like she doesn't have the time or energy to explain. She sees me staring and just looks the other way.
I can't take my eyes off of her and when the train reaches her stop she gets up and I catch her eye again I simply say "long day huh" and she sighs and replies. "Yeah another one"
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