There she stands
In a skirt much too short
Revealing the prints of hands
The indigo stains
Never asking if they can

Just hand her some bread
And a drink, if you can
Something else keeps her fed

Portrait of the girl on the corner
She's waiting for someone who never comes
But she's always willing to satisfy others
Without ever realizing what she has become

Streetlights flicker
One by one, they die
She remains with a reminder
Of what was promised
Those rules won't apply to her

Just hand her some bread
And a drink, if you can
Something else keeps her fed

Portrait of the girl on the corner
She's waiting for someone who never comes
But she's always willing to satisfy others
Without ever realizing what she has become
The cycle never end

But her eyes remain dry
She'll break before she bends
Her hope never dies

Portrait of the girl on the corner
She's waiting for someone who never comes
But she's always willing to satisfy others
Without ever realizing what she has become

What has she become?