All her dreams

The red eyed girl in the bathroom, pops another pill
Another day of boredom, searching for a thrill
The postman brings more junk mail,
that piles up on the floor
It doesn't really matter, she's not going out the door

Snowstorm on the TV, books are never read
her eyes are glazed and lonely,
as she lays upon her bed
the scars upon her wrist, are stories of regret
of people she once knew and those she never met

Never going out, never having fun
never knows which way to turn, or how her life will run
She's made so many lists, of what she wanted to do
and one by one, all her dreams fell through

He left her long ago, left her high and dry
so now she's selling tickets to watch her life go by
he was never interested, he didn't even care
she thought it was love, but to him just a brief affair

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From my first top 3 Amazon bestselling book, Maybe. Available to buy from Amazon.