A dark road full of cliche

A lonely soul on her lonely throne
My passing wave brings her out of hell
For a second

I know that girl but not her pain
Sugary laughter of children move in fast forward around her
A sunny bench in a sunny park sat on by a clouded mind

I twist and scream inside my head
Bound by unspoken vows of restraint
That waste filled bog I am well acquainted with, your torment I am not

Another lost lonely person, a friend of mine
Traveling that road though dark woods to use the very real cliche
A road, my love my friend, cold, dreary, evil yet well worn by dying feet

I wish my love could save you
A pain I know well the pain you feel
The sting of my old friend has infected us all