She recalls her wretched life,
Staring at the sea.
And gasps for air,
Heavy with stale tobacco and broken dreams .
Her crimson dress has lost its lustre,
From years of loveless coupling.
The image of an old lover creeps in,
And memories like cigarette butts lay strewn on the floor.
Bright lipsticks and flowers can't hide the paleness of her eyes,
As the darkness of the night closes in around her.
She had once dreamt of love,
Now she gets paid for it.
