The Last Lonely Night

She was lonely that night,
Thinking about the misery of her life.
She was most probably right
About her having the worst life
If she had the guts, she would stab herself with a single knife
But she knew she won’t die
She said, “am cursed to spend my life on a lie?”
Why can’t I aim high
Run away from my silly life

She was lonely that night,
Sitting on the kitchen shelf on my right
She could not help but stare at the knife
She thought to herself, Could I end this misery?
Could I just end being history?

She was lonely that night,
Tired of fighting
Tired of trying
Tired of crying
Tired of her life.
she took the knife and didn't think twice
Perhaps it was her last lonely night.