She's never afraid of what her past had might become Alone in her lazy time in-between a thought that ends with loss Her life is spent searching for the next An answer a question never asked Everything and everyone finds their time Everything and everyone writes their line But it seems hard now things work out in time She lacks self pride her lazy time Never once identified her lonely nights Spending days alone but through the phone She waits for a voice to calm her name Then takes a drink says it makes me sane She lives through a dream she once called fate Then finds herself alone to contemplate Everything and everyone finds their time Everything and everyone writes their line But it seems hard now things work out in time