Her clothes are dark, her face hung br Her movement doesn't fool anyone br Experiences are too many to forget br A life she is too young to regret br br Looks dart to her, return straight ahead br Shame on this girl, 'Life shouldn't be wasted' br If only they knew what life she had led br It is already gone, before it could be tasted br br A future is a laugh, consider the past br No job, no school, no possesions at all br In life's great race she comes in last br Nobody cries when she finally does fall.