As she sits all alone at home
She thinks of what she did wrong.
She just can’t figure out
How to make it better.
Was it something she said
Or was it something she did?
IT just isn't fair for me to go on like this she thought.
There must be a way to make it better.
If she could only make her sister see
That she isn't filled with glee
As it all seems.
She’s filled with tears and fears
And it’s all because of the pain.
