Somebody check on her, I think

She’s clumsy in the head

If she's left alone, I think

She’ll wonder if she's dead

She's waiting, I think

To be loved to death,

But maybe death loves her most

She’s either running in circles

Or she's already out the door

She's lonely, I think

Or she's nothing at all

Sinking, or sunk

Her world is too small

She’s living in Pandora’s box

You shouldn't tear the seal

Just incase you open it up

And there’s nothing left to steal