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