Her life was like an open sore
A concrete box without a door
No sooner would she wake up, than she began to snore
It wasn’t that she missed him
He was never really there
Abagail sailed the heights of absolute despair
Day was night and night was night
No sun could soothe her soul
Her rose-colored glasses were now as black as coal
If only she remembered what her guru said
Take three deep breaths, click your heels, then empty out your head
Empty empty empty
Morning noon and night
You’d think with strong intention, she’d finally get it right
But Abagail was stubborn and saved the deepest pain
She kept it in a treasure box to feel it all again
She kept it in a treasure box to feel the pain again
She kept it in a treasure box which made her go insane
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