You should see the sketch of sorrow in her face
You should see the pain written in slant and in bold case,
You should try to dig what is hidden beneath that smile
Can you not see how her eyes are thorn by tears!
When her brows flinches up and down
Her countenance sways with plot for the next guy around,
Perhaps you should feel the loneliness she felt
When she flicks her hair now and then,
You don’t care what you see!
All you care about is the fag and a pot of beer
Or how the lion in your range shall be tamed
That’s all you see.