she's sitting there on the bus with a blond haired boy and girl
she looks young, she couldn't be thirty yet
there's a ring on her finger
she seems happy
i wonder if she married out of wedlock
i wonder if she's happy with it all
the woman is the same age as She would be
i wonder if She's happy right now
i can't call Her my friend anymore
we don't speak, but it's not uncomfortable
i thought Her life must be a sad one
maybe i'm overanalyzing
if there is a god, i wonder how he'd allow such beautiful things to be ruined