Poor Girl

You sat at home, the windows tinted/steaming black
He hit you hard and you cried so long
Life turned and wandered, never to come back again
Take what she gives you, don't feel sorry boy
When you fell out, out of starlight
And you were too hurt to walk, too bad to begin
I looked at the sign, but I couldn't feel sad for you
Take what she gives you, oh don't cry when you kiss her
Poor little girl, ran away for good
Now try to explain, why she won't say a thing
Sad, sad thing, I'm so faraway, girl
Oh, what can I say, oh she won't talk at all
She holds her deck of cards
She wants to be alone
I've been very ill, and I've tried waking up
Now ... want to be alone
When you ran out, out of place, so tell you
You looked so good, and you didn't feel so ill, you said... (hold me)
But I couldn't get it right
Take what she gives you, don't feel sorry for...
Poor little girl, ran away for good
Now try to explain, why she won't say a thing
Sad, sad thing, I'm so faraway, now
How can I say why won't talk at all
She holds her deck of cards
She wants to be alone
She still drinks/grins in the dark
The radio is a left off late
She saw a madman fight
And break it up 'cause he injured himself
Then she felt better off
'Cause she was only drugged