That mind of hers was crazy, her soul wild
She oppressed them with a childlike mentality
She was simply lonely.
And this was the only place that did not make her feel as such
People came and left, similar to the ones in her life
No stranger she was to estrangement, yet somehow in here
Her heart was at peace, her brain preoccupied
It helped keep her creeping insanity at bay
Why couldn’t they understand her desperate pleas?
Did she have to get on her knees?
Was profit all that mattered to them?
What about the happiness of the people in that place?
Sure, her being there had no benefit to them
And so, she was forced out for refusing to leave
But still, she didn’t see anything wrong
In not wanting to leave the supermarket.